Start writing for free on quadernoMilagros Decoud
Era de madrugada, y él dormía sobre mí pecho.
Yo tenía auriculares y escuchaba el cover de mon laferte la nave del olvido.
Mis lágrimas caían sobre su cabello,
Y yo lo miraba...
Lo miraba como se mira lo que no se volverá a ver nunca.
-MILU
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