©Julieta López Ayala.- Mayo 2008.-i got used to you whispering things to me into the evening,
we followed the sun, and it's colours, and left this world,
it seems to me, that i'm definately, hearing the best that i've heard,.
so throw me a rope, to hold me in place,
show me a clock, for counting my days, down,
cos everythings easier when you're beside me.
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