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May 2015
have a break from poetry
he shouts and chills are spreading
down my spine,
reality is here
I am looking forward to escape it
don't close your **** eyes*
I want my eyes to stay open just to see
and to stay close just to rewire
this reality with some fantasy,
to make it prettier
just a bit.
he continues to shout,
I do not care,
I will always have my poetry.
Cristina
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Cristina  32/F/where I belong
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