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The After Thought.

I do confess I’d love to know If there was something felt. Was there any passion? Maybe a bit of rage? Was it the best, Or was it the worse? Fear? Or better yet, hope? Perhaps nothing at all…

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zambra-gutierrez

Venezuelan

Published: Jan 11, 2011
LinesWords: 1939

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