Like a sky that falls apart
upon two open arms.
But it was what it was.
Like a hidden thief
listening the speech of the priest.
But it was you and it was me.
Like two closed eyes
avoiding the blinding light.
But I really enjoyed the ride.
Like a wounded dam
that wants to continue the fight.
But this time there is no retry.
Like, try to rebuild Hiroshima
two days after the bomb met the arena.
But I don't think is a good idea.
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