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Mar 2012
Within this little glass filled with milk that
my dear oh dear use to warm up in the mid day and night,
Now with despare and unpleasent musk of greediness ans selfishness,
I find that my internal self lingering in the same place and time,
but with only the external self in mind to wonder with the obligation of evolution.
Isabella H
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Isabella H
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