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Jan 2016
I sink my soul in a bottle of wine,
to navigate in a non-existence reality
Were sadness is covered by red,
and my soul just float on it

float like a boat in the sky
float like heaven on earth
float like miracles in my head.

Everything is real because I believe so.
Everything is red just like the seas that I walk,
Just like the last kiss that we never had...
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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