Sorbos Amargos
Sorbos Amargos
The last dishes he washed lie on the sink. I remember him folding clothes. The memories of him still throb under my skin. Appalling as it may seem. He walked towards me last night, as he were a total stranger. I didn't, in fact, recognize those eyes. That glare. The empty hug.
The last dishes he washed lie on the sink. I remember him folding clothes. The memories of him still throb under my skin. Appalling as it may seem. He walked towards me last night, as he were a total stranger. I didn't, in fact, recognize those eyes. That glare. The empty hug.
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