🌹💛There is only one solitude,
only one.
Cross the arms of the jacket,
it rests on the ashes of the cigarette,
she lands on her hair in the rain and
she gets tired of her shoes,
her hands
tight, and she frowns at the white
shot of the snow, the blitz of time
in a winter that never ends,
until a spring you don't see... 💛💖💗💕💘💓💞💝
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