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Sep 2015
One glance and I couldn't breathe.
A thousand stars set fire to my chest
Orbiting fiercely at the sight of their moon.
Gasping, I seek for a proof that this
isn't yet another cul-de-sac.

Seated and completely unaware
of this thunder inside my chi,
You dance to a carnival of your own
in the world where no streets are known,
yet platforms lead to a world of magic.
(9) 2015
Slavica
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Slavica  Croatia
(Croatia)   
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