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I do not love you anymore
I don't love your stupid, heavenly smile, or your skin under the golden hour.
No, I don't even love your enthralling voice, or your long fingers over my little hand.

I shouldn't ask myself anymore how much I have loved you.
I shouldn't question myself if you loved me.
I don't want to know the answer, do I?

It has been a nightmare every time I have dreamed of you.

You couldn't even love me or look at me like I did.
You couldn't hold my soul like I did.
You couldn't see my wings, like I saw your tiny kindness beneath the rain inside of you.

Frida Gonzalez

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Editado: 20.05.2024

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