"You don't judge me
that's not your style
but I won't see you for a little while.
There's no worries, who's got time
all these changes gonna fill your mind"
Tenías cicatrices en el pecho y una fila de hormigas subiendo por tu ombligo. Y no me dejabas tocar ese disco.
(Conor Oberst - Cape Canaveral)
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