Slowly but surely,
Our memories disappeared behind the black smoke which turns into thick, impenetrable walls.
Your name still rings in my ears and your face is still the hero in all my dreams,
But our love has become a jar of bile - mixed with bitter tears and dead flowers.
I am deaf to the word LOVE and blind to the feeling of EMPATHY.
Do not touch me; you will freeze.
- M.J. DeLuna
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