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Martina
Poems
Feb 2018
Warm Me Up
It is night.
No light.
The soul.
Dark, iced, frost.
My heart is lost.
No map.
It was a trap.
Like a cage.
I need air,
itβs a nightmare.
No conventional love
can warm my spirit.
Not a glove.
Without merit.
#love
Written by
Martina
19/F/Milan, Italy
(19/F/Milan, Italy)
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