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Sep 2017
Blurred faces.
I'm leaning my fevered brow against the cold glass of the window.
Intoxicated with dreams
I absorb the rain.
The deathly beauty of a never-ending storm
confronts the sea of misfortune.
I'm experiencing strange pain in my heart...
Why am I full of sorrow?
My English might not be the best but I'm trying.
Julia
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Julia  19/F/Poland
(19/F/Poland)   
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