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Your last kiss

It was for sure September, a warm, ready to rain September.
I was expecting it t happen but I always pushed it back.
You can't keep next to you an illusion, a person that does not want to see what you see in him/her.
You have been avoiding me for days and showed less interest of what I was hopping to exist between us.
Yet I came to you, next to the field, to have my heart broken in pieces and become more damaged that I was when I fell for you.
You said the truth and I accepted the defeat, I couldn't have you anymore, couldn't use you as a shield for reality. I had to let you go.
And as I look at that moment, back, I can't seem to remember your last kiss, of how your breath touched my full of tears face... and wonder if you remember it.

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