RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

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anasuleidy (79)in #art • 5 years ago

This love is dying.

This love that for years united us, today is mortally wounded.

When I look for your heat I only find an iceberg.

Your kisses that were my delight, today are sea water.

My presence does not bristle your skin, my naked body is indifferent to you.

It is this love is a memory of yesterday, this love is dying.

5 years ago in #art by anasuleidy (79)

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xpilar (83) 5 years ago

thanks for the poem @anasuleidy

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