One says, I see you...
One is painting her eyes and her perditions...
One is inside her wardrobe...
One is between sliding doors...
One is connecting, answering, corresponding, kissing my lovely, loving me and saying thank you...
One is engaged but wants to leave without hurting...
One went to live in a noisy place. Made mistakes after mistakes on a travel road full of mistakes, where she has being, since our last kiss. And betray me with a guy she met in her loneliness and drunken night.
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