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Jan 2018
escaping death! is this for real?
can he or she be so willing
to pause or forget a moment
or to make a trade with us
because, in any moment of the day
we are important
we are humans!
the only souls that matter for he or she,
which gazes us in the eyes and bones
and smiles or screams when obtaining our souls.
oh dear death, you play my life like an artist!
Cristina
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Cristina  32/F/where I belong
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       Shiv Pratap Pal, ---, keaoss, PoetryJournal, Rick and 2 others
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