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Apr 2017
My knee stings
               My back curls
                            I need to move a little,
                            I need to go
                                       Feel the wind, even brittle.
Fall down
              Back up
Push it away and make it.
Don't you know?
Same as ever,
               Lightweight dynamic whistle.

...Sweating I fall down
                   And let the clouds lift me up.
David Cunha
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David Cunha  27/M/Portugal
(27/M/Portugal)   
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