



Her
porCarmen Rey•~14min de lectura
Géneros y atmósfera
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.
Sinopsis
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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