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Letters to the Eastern
Marco Prates
I know that you never read the letters that I never wrote
Today, tomorrow or maybe someday I will be able to redeem myself
I confess that I never tried because I didn’t want to hurt you
I know I wouldn’t be good for you if I can’t be good for me
Secret words
Eternal whispers
Sincere silence that gets still when speaks
Even with our meetings being so casual
I get the expectation to turn them real
Those old portraits that we never took
Are stored with me wherever I go
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