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Aug 2012
When the autumn of your eyes fells into my mind,
I can feel your smell; I can breathe your air.
I can taste your soul, which makes me jump
to that deep hole,
where I’ve been looking for your love.
But suddenly I open my eyes and all my life become a numb.
Messy, messy life!!!!!
because, I can’t have your eyes.
I want to feel your hand next to mine,
Never in this messy life!
But you, you are my life.
it is not so messy like your hair,
I guess that is a crazy one.
Estefania
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