Title: Opcional

Text: In the moonlight I felt your heart quiver like a bowstring's pulse. In the moon's mere light, you looked at me. Nobody knows your heart. When the sun has gone I see you, beautiful and haunting but cold. Like the blade of a knife so sharp, so sweet. Nobody knows your heart. All of your sorrow grief and pain, locked away in the forest of the night. Your secret heart belongs to the world of the things that sigh in the dark. Or the things that cry in the dark. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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