And then it was over.
No bright tunnel. No light in the end.
All her future has disappeared as quickly as her soul.
There will be no more laughter. No more tears.
It takes centuries for a man to ask simple questions.
Only seconds to answer them.
A milion of doors has closed. Another drop of water hit the ground.

The future will bring a question.
You will have to answer it.

Me odio usted Mujer
Usted me hace escribir mal haiku
Por favor, mueren en incendio

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