There's something special about love that resembles sunsets.

There's something special about love that resembles sunsets. How many things happen and you don't find a sense behind it? You remember something but then suddenly you don't remember it no more. How many stories you have to tell? How many things you do to not feel, to not feel alone? I've found my phrase of love that is not forever. Listen to her voice is my medicine, listen to her is always a clockwork away.

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