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What isn’t mine

  • Márcia Banora
  • 22 de mar. de 2025
  • 1 min de leitura

Translator: Sara Sachetti Fernandes



Those cold tears

are mine on your warm,

joyful chest.


How I longed for your embrace

on those dark nights.

Only a hug,

wrapped in empty philosophies. 


 
 
 

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