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<center>Scars of the soul</center>

<center> Gentle wind that glides on the parchment of my skin, bitter word of lust, but I am your moon, so that you are my sun, you are my source of passions, I will never release your hand since I will be your legacy, I will be that memory of who I love you and kisses my scars, like kissing a rose with thorns with delicate petals.
<br> My flames write on my parchment the feeling taking away all pain, where love shines, I will be your star as a gift from the gods after a long fight you have me and I never let go of your hand, I was your guide in the desert of the away, but you still kissed my scars with honor.
<br> I break the chains that bind me from the silence, since I have everything written inside me, you are my mirror that has faith in what it sees, one more day in the past so I don't have a love already blossomed think of me, remember this melody eternally kissing me.
<br> I want to buy life a moment of more time to have you in my arms, even if later I don't have you and I live a hell, but so I paid with blood or tears, even if it's a minute of happiness to have to cry and live with that anguish. <center>


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