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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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