Seguramente el lugar a donde van a parar no solo los
cigarrillos ya quemados, sino también las pequeñas
bizarrías que el fuego, la charla y el humo conllevan.
domingo, 24 de febrero de 2019
All in all
Time will tell if you were wrong.
Though I wish it wasn't that way,
your tears are just like your lies.
Empty,
filled with fear
And self compassion.
You won't find love today,
little girl,
at least not with that
heart of yours.
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