Last 5 Stunden: Mor-ning. Mor-phin. Por-fin.


Now the moon is alone. Y llora cada una de sus noches sin sol. Tirita. And alone she goes through its own universe. Resquebrajando su propia sombra de lo que ya no fue. While I write and let its lights be with me. Show up. Arrive. Quédate aquí.

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