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May 2015
He's nothing but a few words and a few stares fixed together.
He's nothing but some black ink on white paper.
This should be enough to throw him away from my mind.
But I keep him as closer as I can and I let him take me away.
I call him "Dream".
Cf.
Andje
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Andje  22/F/Italy
(22/F/Italy)   
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