It was my life and after her, my soul, left alone, behind my life, looking for his breath, but in the cold night, that breath dissipated.
No more, he remained my body cold and lifeless.
no longer moving, not breathing or moaning, or cough, or cry, do not cry, do not open your eyes on those cold mornings or in the warm either.
no life, no longer seek your kisses, because you're not, resigned, sad, bruised, hurt, offended, guilty for losing, for not keep you. The
debris from the ashes where there was a flame, stir a bird that stands head in an effort to revive again, but now, no more, no more twisting your head on itself, does not want or can, nor has a reason. Without his encouragement
not right.
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