Her
Her

Her

Synopsis

And as a warning, a leaf fell out of my coat pocket as I walked. One last poem. It trodden my solitude like someone approaching slowly, and I caught it. It was her last breath. Her last attempt. The last time someone tried, with such delicate hands, to touch my filthy skin. The lyrics were smudged with tears, but they weren't mine. They were hers.
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Total: 2,804 words
01

Prólogo

161 words•~1 min
02

Parte I

635 words•~4 min
03

Parte II

802 words•~5 min
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Parte III

858 words•~5 min
05

Epílogo e Epitáfio

348 words•~2 min

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