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love

love

´cause it´s so simple, love

and so complex...

.

I ask nothing, but all

in every step,

expecting no more, than the truth,

whether in a shinning smile

or dawning sobs

.

I want nothing, but all

at every turn,

waiting the right word of the silence

printed on the kisses veil

and the storms after goodbye

.

Poor and plenty, what I claim

that has no place, in any vote

and it dies, before to be:

love

like empty oaths,

is just a dream, to me...

.

.

.

*dibujo fetiche de noche vieja

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