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This time he left the flowers to spring,
and the last gift of apology he gave her was his farewell.
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Sitting in that cafe,
concentrated on the WiFi signal,
She could not see that the real sign she expected had just passed.
It's a pity she'll never know.
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With such a large ocean,
do you still believe that you would find your Moby Dick on that little shelf?
"Think big, darling" I told him.
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-If you think it's uncomfortable, imagine living it. Why do we have to be the ones that lower the gaze? She asked them after hearing the first "psst"
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Masochistic games, because they were perfect complicating each other, but without self esteem they couldn't get anywhere.
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Juegos masoquistas, porque eran perfectos complicándose, pero sin amor propio no llegaron a ninguna parte. #visualartexplorer #microcuentos #microstories
🚪❤️ She left his life and what bothered him the most was her bad habit of always wanting to leave the door open. This time she wanted to seep through the window. #visualartexplorer #flashfiction #microcuentos #microstories #storytelling