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  • You introduced me to love in a dark alley illuminated by a single street lamp.

    I have come across many of them that are close to love but are not exactly love.

    You and I frequently visited love until one day I could finally know it with my muscle memory.

    Without doubts, I tell people, you see, feel it, that is love.

    I became great friends with love, and I decided to never leave.

    One day, love told you to build me some wings because she wants me to meet her friend freedom.

    You did it so willingly even if the wings hurt you with their swift departures.

    You built it day after day, night after night, finding the lightest feathers in the world and watch me fly over you.

    Now, I fly over the longest rivers and most amazing landscapes and watch the saddest sunsets.

    I have aquatinted myself with freedom.

    But alone. In your absence.
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