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Oct 2016
It is always there
           I can feel it all the time
              Like a permanent aftertaste
               Lying there in my taste buds
            A pinch of something like salt
         Adding flavour to all my reds
      Like a breath of ice cold air
Alessandra Vargas
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Alessandra Vargas  34/F/Mexico
(34/F/Mexico)   
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