"The nights when I miss you, I think about the nocturnal lessons of life and thought. You gave me a taste of your mind, and it feels so good to be a slave to your voice when you speak of the world. Blood rushes to my cheeks when you stare into my eyes, into my soul..."
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Mafe Quimbayo
Poetry about love that burns and goes out, about broken hearts that seek to heal between memories, and about life, that journey that tears us apart and rebuilds us with each dawn.
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