Tell the one who left
He became a stranger
His place is no longer the same
We don’t talk like we used to
We talk formally as if we were strangers
We are at the end of that story that we called love
Our feelings became the feelings of a pen in a cloud of sadness
Written with pens, and lives in the ...
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