Yesterday I went for a walk; and I don't know why my feet led me to your house, but there you were... With her, and the house of cards of my chest collapsed; the last hope disappeared right on the tip of your lips in hers, my poor love found in you more than forget.... Death. Johanna Villada Facebook.com/letrasdehanna

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