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Aug 2015
Let my body be a battlefield for my soul.
Let my veins carry water
and mud.
Let my feet walk on air
and hot coals.
Let my eyes see infinity
and death.
Let my ears smile
with harmonious note
and bleed
with screaming throat
Let me be.
Let me be.
The fool.
The joker.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes - Whitman
To define is to limit - Wilde
Marília Galvão
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Marília Galvão  31/Verona
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