was easy to forget between mirrors painted black. The face and not reflected, and thus it was impossible to tell the darkness of her hair in contrast to former glory. I wanted to mourn, but did not know why that was. Some echo of his head he shouted something she should know, should feel ... but did not feel. It did not matter how hard I tried reflected in the mirror to find the lost, because even though it sank, there was no way to reconnect with what once was and now he had disappeared. She had painted mirrors with a thick brush and a can of paint. I knew at that time that the giant might be tempted to try again when they had left behind, and so decided to avoid all memory eliminanto it with a layer of black paint. And it had been, because even focus their eyes in the mirror I could not see anything but the even lines left by the brush.
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Songs "?.
Yes, some grumbling from the sky
"Images?.
Poor mostly Thanks to Allah did not say anything beyond its pixels
Kisses "?.
was machinery. Lips, perhaps tongue, and saliva sweet.
Butterflies "?.
had hovered too far away and never return.
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Because swallows return every spring, but she was gone. And his heart had gone with her.
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