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Jun 2016
I am coloring the stars
So you will fly really high...
There is an essence of thought
That craves the perfume of your lungs
That misses the cotton in your voice.
Like a wall or a ghost,
I will wait for my mistakes
To don't kick on my face.
I will encapsulate the moon in a poem
7 million of sunrises in a bottle
I will wash my pain in a rainbow
Until my soul is crystalline
Until the color of my heart
Matches the color of your hands
Until I remember who I was...
Luis Haller
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Luis Haller
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       Lior Gavra and Jamadhi Verse
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