The hours are shortened by your side, so, to appreciate the passage of time is impossible, even for a watch.
To the world, however, an hour is an eternity, a chasm of turns in the hands a string of nights segunderos.Las become such depths without you. I find myself walking through deserts of numbers while trying to my hands say about me what my mouth so often .. sob
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