uninterruptedly The other night I cried on the phone with my mother and asked her excuse, but it was with you that I had to do . And for thirty-six minutes, despite the pain in the head and misunderstandings in salt, I had what I really wanted. My mother. Three blankets. The mascara. The tears just for her.
Mom.
smell your perfume when I cry when I laugh, when I study at the library without remembering all the Chinese dynasties one.
Mom.
you paint with a brush dipped in my blood.
Mom.
You are so beautiful that increases my misanthropy. All the good I leave it to you.
E 'you know, I hate everyone. I just want you.
Shhh, let me cry a little bit more.
embraced as you sleep tonight I touch your belly and breathe your air?
But we are far away. So let me
promises, keep them as only you know.
We were too damaged to have confidence again.
There are no friends. Even if you have enough to say them.
But there are secrets. And the tears of wood that will not break if dropped.
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