you were expecting a
diamond ring inside my hand
as i was too defensive
and too protective
to hide it and not for once
revealing what is it
to anyone, until i get tired lying to you
about it
misleading you about its true value
its ordinariness,
its temporal nature,
that one that comes now
and gone in a minute
and cannot therefore
exist till the end of the day
you never guessed it right
i am holding nothing...nada que nada...
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