Viaje a la distancia
a futile encounter of the unknown grips one by the toe that a kiss beholds….
Thoughts that grow as pebbles to stones slowly all it hones, to reach a throne of flesh and bones.
The feeling of a teary eye that steps left as it detest what’s coming and what’s left to have been lost to a test of self regret to which one would contest. The sensibility of being strong too not show how a futile encounter of the unknown grips one by the toe that a kiss beholds….
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