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Sep 2017
It is late
too late now,
everything hurts,
you have no face at all.
Lights are still shining bright
while your broken soul is dying.
Sense and meaning,
two things that I don't seem to get.
Come here and tell me
that you care.
This heartless city keeps burning all your letters.
Somehow I'm not impressed.
Sebastian Daneri
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Sebastian Daneri  21/M/Caracas, Venezuela
(21/M/Caracas, Venezuela)   
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