Title: Opcional

Text: Tell me, if eyes are the windows to the soul, why do you conceal yours? Such a privilege you dare to deny the world, depriving it of those deep blues I grew so used to diving into when I sought a secluded safe haven? Only curtains now, curtains sewn shut by the cruel mortician's smile, only the wisp of your sparse eyelashes remain. I miss you. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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