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Jun 2017
The sky is blue.
The green branches in disguise.
I search, I persue.
For those romantic eyes.
Who are these strange souls,
Surrendering to desire?

The little details
Unleash my soul,
My mind adrift
While others sail.
Arrive at last
When hope still grows.
Rodrigo Borges
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Rodrigo Borges  21/M/Portugal
(21/M/Portugal)   
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