- Feb 26
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Appreciating the sweet, the sour, the salty, even the tasteless. Each one touches me differently.
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See AllShe waits for the tide to rise, for the tide to fall. For when the tide is high, she feels it all, happiness, sadness, she can fly, she is also ready to die. For when the tide is low, all that’s left
Women cast shadows. Boys run to hide underneath their shade. We can’t afford to keep shielding them from the sun.
si te vas no te lleves todos mis colores es que te veo en el espejo es que veo todos mis dolores
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