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Ripped letter never sent,

who knows where it all went.

Empty feelings, empty chair,

it’s there, but it’s not there.

So much fear, what to do now,

when what you love is nowhere to be found.

You left love for a dirty whore,

now my door is closed.

I can’t leave my heart opened forever

you may not see it but I’m a treasure.

Someone will see my worth and they won’t need a map,

they won’t run, they won’t turn their back.

They’ll create their own hunt,

for my perfect treasure,

I won’t have any pressure.

They’ll climb my walls,

break my barriers and with that someone,

I’ll have my forever.

 

M.A. Fernández

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