At three thirty in the morning he whisper in my ear:
What would you give for him?
It was the soft and seductive voice of my tempter and sinner,
the devil
I turned around on the bed to see the stars go out and I cried in supplication:
My whole life
At half past three and a minute, I cried for the life I lost for a person who did not cry for mine.
T.M.
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