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There was a time
made to measure for my hands.
that were a complement to my lips.
that got tangled between my fingers.
that I believed my double opposite.
I have murdered hope.
It was you ... or tomorrow.
This is a text that, like others that I have shared, and will share in the future, has been stored in an old notebook for about a decade, until now it sees the light of day. I hope it has been to your liking.
Thank you very much for reading this post and dedicating a moment of your time. Until next time and remember to leave a comment.
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