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The lips of my love were poems turned into a refuge for my stolen kisses. Their silence held my constant promises and farewells. The day they stopped saying my name, I understood that lips do not lie, they simply grow tired of speaking when love finally fades away completely, irreversibly.
Los labios de mi amor eran poemas convertidos en refugio de mis besos robados. Su silencio guardaba mis constantes promesas y despedidas. El dÃa que dejaron de pronunciar mi nombre, comprendà que los labios no mienten, simplemente se cansan de hablar cuando el amor acaba por desvanecerse por completo, irreversiblemente.📸https://wordcount.com/
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This is totally true.
In many cases, they totally forget the pet name they usually call when they were in love.
Nicely written dear.