Despair covers my soul like a veil causing me a deep pain that paralyzes nerves and darkens my thought. My sweet smile, you are no longer shining upon my days. I lose the sun and plunge into darkness waiting for that day when your warm breath shall join the frozen entrance with the night that has overwhelmed my hours. Do not go again, give me your love and lighten up my day, see how I struggle and forgive me. My woman, my sun, seven letters repeated by my soul so many times, that they became a prayer.
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The cigar permitted taste to overwhelm the point of entrance. Day one in a new millennium. Thoughts suddenly become recounts and they turn themselves into dreams. Everything that has taken place has its own importance carried by each event. Yet, this easily causes a better outcome a
