The note on the pillow

_{(Original Poetry)}

"Betrayal is mute when it suits her and blind not to be seen..."

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And I had to write about tears
drops in a corner of the soul,
the torn garment
of a nostalgic prose

I imagined her withered,
flower, nectar and thorn
a sleeping stain
on her farewell letter .

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And I had to write about tears
drops in a corner of the soul,
abysmal word
spilled without cause

When the end approaches
suffering is only the beginning,
speaking infinite pain
in a language of silence

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A shield is the phrase in your soul
anchored just like a dagger,
otherwise it's too much to show the page
with the ink you spilled

While you shed your tears
over your farewell letter
while pride is your weapon
that finishes you both off...

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_{@nachomolina2
Original content}

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2021}

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