Acambaro is a small town in the middle of the drug cartels terroritory in Mexico, not a safe place to be.
My love, there was no greater she held my heart in her hands her first kiss the arrow that pierced if only she could know I ceased to exist when she let me go a thousand love letters before and after meant nothing at all she thought I was empty depression hides your soul she has her own wounds happiness it seems lives in the clouds all my desires of long ago buried in Acambaro
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