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The Unpronounceable Situation
Tell me how the echo of your emotions extinguished my cares about you,
or how your smiles, cries, worries are not mine anymore.
Tell me why the brightness of your eyes
do not brighten up my world as it used to.
Tell me how there is an empty space in my heart
which is waiting to be filled again
when did it happen?
It feels good but it tastes bad,
I can't pronounce what I shouldn't say
but I do not care anymore.
the magic is gone.
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Ruth Miranda
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