Wash:ing Away


"I miss you. But it doesn't cost me to suffer, compared to what I suffered when you were here with me,
 lying on my shoulder, dreaming your dreams, clung to me, my love, my love burning in my heart, setting fire to my quiet, 
I loved you that much, as the terror and the certainty of losing you."
Miguel Esteves Cardoso

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