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Aug 2022
In the vacuum of that kiss,
Those hugs
At all the terminals
Of farewells.

In that void
What you be to me,
Lost in traducciΓ³n,
Is transformed
In adiΓ³s.

Our bond
Of foods
And looks.
Smiles and rubs.
Is gone.

You're not in my day,
I don't wait for you on Sundays
I don't think of you
At the rink,
At the club,
In my arms.

Entre emociones
No te hagas responsable
De las mΓ­as,
Demasiada empatΓ­a
Es peligrosa.
Written by
Guden  38/Valparaiso
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