I used to talk with her until the Moon got tired,
I used to listen her mourn,
in the day, or the night,
I used, until the War came...
I used to take pictures of candies (for her),
I used to draw her name with stars,
I used to feel something for her,
actually, "I used to love H.E.R.".
Until one day,
when the Sunshine didn't came,
and the Skies were not same,
was the sign of the end.
03/23/2005
11/06/2007
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