📚And love became another thing with the same name.📖
This is what mothers spoke about when giving advice
to their daughters and said: love comes later. This was after.
A simple tenderness, almost painful, many silences,
all hours of the day and a poem that dissolves within
from me and that slowly, without a face, disappears.🌿🌺🌸🌼🌾☘️🍂
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