tasteless His body was delivered to the coldness of the sheets. He was completely still. His mouth was ajar to allow expelling the deep sobs choked him. Her cheeks were red and frost the emerging preferred route of tears from his eyes, which closed weakly but as if they were stapled.
His arms rested on his head still. His neck looked more beautiful than usual (this time I was naked). His hair fell rendered on the pillow and brushed his shoulders slightly hunched.
The rest of her body was petrified. His weakness will soothe the soul little by little. The only muscles were demonstrating for a dying breath and the only sign of pain was the vacuum that existed in his chest in the same place where a day was his heart.
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