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Cry (Poem)
I'm so happy to hear your promises, even if they're lies. It is good to hear so many lies to avoid my suffering. But I feel your heart is not mine anymore. I remember those times when we played in the slides, when I played with you in the park, when we kissed rose to the sky, when with your body you took me to the universe, those times where we waited for the sun, where with your hands you drew my body and with your love you painted it in color. But the farewell comes closer, The end follows us closely, I feel I can not resist anymore, I can only cry, cry for this love sick of the dead, cry because everything ends and cry because my soul still loves you.
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thanks for your great poem @anasuleidy