Microvidas I
Cruel fate to find, still stranded in my pocket, the wrapper from that chewing gum you gave me the first and last day we kissed. I know it's from that day because I haven't been able to eat them ever since. Just the smell of mint is enough to make me cry.
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Concise and awesome.
Can't help thinking your prose is great, no matter which language it is written in.
Ánimo, pocheira!
You must remember this... A kiss is just a kiss.
But I think we all know some kisses are not just a kiss.
Sigue escribiendo.
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