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hang up the phone. It is an austere silence.
Will you be breaking? I
go forward past.
If I look I see, if I try to be discreet breaks my soul inside.
Why do we persist in the future and not the present.
I can not make you see what happens, because I have my eyes and you yours. But it's so clear
not want to lose all that will happen is a dream.
A kiss dream. The final promise
not reach the airport to within a lot.
If it arrives.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait.
I hope!
And what happened not just a past. How
make you see? How?
I need. I crave.
I wait.
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