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I woke up this morning,
and smelled the tears in my eyes,
felt the whisper of the wind in my ears,
heard the rising of the sun,
watched the sound of my heart whining,
tasted the scent of an absent love…
My coffee brewed,
with a sour breeze,
leaving my soul,
with a chilling whole,
it was cold,
it was lone…
I woke up this morning,
and the day had already ended,
my bed was undone,
one side only,
not a sight of goodbye,
nor a whisper by my side…
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Texto agregado el 06-02-2008, y leído por 106
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Lectores Opinan |
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08-02-2008 |
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es tristísimo.. aunque se pueda contar tan bonito lomasoscurodeminegroyo |
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06-02-2008 |
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puete quedaste solo y triste ,y adios marxtuein |
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