We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom
when we should have bloomed and
it is as ifthe sun has become disgusted with
waiting
Charles Bukowsky
Los relojes se suicidan en mi cuarto cada vez que dejo de nombrarte. Ellos saben que el tiempo sin tu voz es una llaga interminable. Y sin e...
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