Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
- pablo neruda (1924)

1/? of poetry series

cover image: thetwaves, edited from https://bit.ly/2z9Bggn

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