alone in the middle of nowhere ... under the silent presence of the stars ...
overwhelmed by the pain that lacerated her soul ... Every tear we shed, every cry of his conscience ... were more deeply the void he left, his beloved companion ...
Ada your dreams ... the fallen angel ...
convalescent sat waiting time of his death ... wanted nothing so much, the poor traveler of the night ... every memory that comes to life in their burdened conscience ... stigmas the bloody wake of his heart ... that and without force, receiving each thrust, as terrible spears carried by the horsemen of the apocalypse ... hurt to the depths her soul ... and breaking the little dignity she had left, making and finishing rags man to bury his last exhale ... there in the middle of nowhere, was so much pain they felt the stars that sad night its light dimmed in tribute to this poor unfortunate ... this walker ... of the night ...
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