5th: Ruin
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There's not a day I don't wish to see you, my twin, since all are worth it with our ruin.
You're the crime I want to commit,
and yes, I undoubtedly admit.
All this freedom, yet here I am like a prisoner waiting for you to come.
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Letters to the purple sky (poems)
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