His voice is not heard
silent river and wait
wood and salt
lips are sweet you will not kiss
sweeter than water, blood, sea
B . Granger
Here I am, once again ... Does the last? Today
window closes. Now I know that when one is more open, more becomes known to others.
Today I return to the perfume of paper that miss you so ... thank all those who once stood.
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