He covered his heart with his calloused hands.
He didn’t want people to hear the noise it made
whenever he saw her.
She always resurrected him, a ray of hope,
a pretext to live again.
Karla Bardanza

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There is a saying, hidden love smoldering in the breast will catch one on fire. Hidden love.
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