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Good night long awaited love
Love never found
dreamed love
So many nights I dreamed of a love
So many times I wished for a love
I couldn't see a vestige of its shadow
Or maybe I did
Her back I saw on cold nights where winter struck My heart.
The back of an illusion woven very carefully so as not to break, and a
Groove, a single groove in his ribs....
What bloodshed!
A forged wound
Who forges a wound?
No one, only me.
I forged my wounds looking for a love that never wanted to come.
A thousand questions have been spinning in my head relentlessly.
Do I not deserve love?
Have I caused so much damage?
Will I never find it?
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