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try measure loss, measure the silence of a house the unheard footsteps at the doorway, the unemployment of the mouth the waking up, having forgotten and remembering again the full extent of what forever is with each grave, i think of loss and I can only think of you i couldn't measure it.
es todo lo que desearía si solo tuviera un día,ojalá pudiera dormir tranquilo, intoxicado con tu dulce esencia,si tuviera una oportunidad en mi apretada agenda,quería sentir tu calor y tus ojos profundos.
i think i have been going through it, and i have been putting your name to it
if you were gonna leave this world, how could it be without me?