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Oct 2011
I..
I smell even if it is a nutshell,
I touch even if it is a rabbit hutch,
I taste even it if is waste,
I feel even if its not real,
because I love and since I do...
I cry and die;
and every tear that runs through my face,
starts it's journey in interplanetary space,
but the others to follow they flow,
just like a waterfall on my cheek
and your love is the highest peak.
Diellona Hoxha
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