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A Poem by Rebeca Espadas

 it's 4:07 am
and tears are running down my cheeks,
the memories are like flashbacks
torturing the heart is beating over night,
my bed is missing the warmth it used to have.

it's 4:09 am and you still not answering my calls,
once you used to answer with a smile
I watched all night.

© 2013 Rebeca Espadas


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Added on July 11, 2013
Last Updated on July 11, 2013
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Rebeca Espadas
Rebeca Espadas

Mexico



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