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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.
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Los labios de mi amor eran poemas convertidos en refugio de mis besos robados. Su silencio guardaba mis constantes promesas y despedidas. El día que dejaron de pronunciar mi nombre, comprendí que los labios no mienten, simplemente se cansan de hablar cuando el amor acaba por desvanecerse por completo, irreversiblemente.
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