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Veo cómo eres tratada,
Me duele ver que no eres aceptada...
You breathe next to me
Eyes closed, innocent they are...
by joseph santacruz
There once was a lonely black widow spider......
always looking for somewhere to hide...
Oh mujer, que me has hecho?
Sin tu presencia me siento insatisfecho...
That touches me...
It is time,
My Beautiful Queen...
Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point.
Maybe the point is to feel fulfilled in the self-consciousness of individuality.
I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil.
Turns out you were the sun.
I am not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore