re: tabanca
It will always surprise.
It will come like a thief,
in the night in old love songs
like waves in full tide
like the dull ache of a bruise.
And it will linger.
re:re tabanca
Much like the tides,
it will flood, but it will ebb
And like the bruise,
it will fade.
You will learn to sing new songs.
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