Category : Poems

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I want to know that you are doing well,
  Even if we don't talk as often as before.

I know, maybe your lover can get jealous
  When he hears my name, 
  But no one can tie the bond
  That we have inside each other's cells. 

 I have the traces of your fingers in my palm,
  They guide me to other hands and souls,
 But I am never ready to completely erase,
 Even if I think of you less often than my dreams.