I’m writing a passion. A flame and dust such inexplicable, I want you the get lost in a labyrinth of phrases, vanish before the page ends.I want you to stop before the dot, exhaling your excitement between the commas.
You are my apostrophe without a word.
Let them write a tale about us, you will be the greatest epoch and I am mere a shadow, a simple phrase in the majestic of your story.
A Border that Breaks 
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