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Feb 2018
Every night
In this crowded
space
I look for
A new prey
To ink its blood
On this lonely
Piece of sheet
That speaks
My hopeless
Language


©pygswhisper
PYG's Whisper
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PYG's Whisper  26/F
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     Andrew Guzaldo c and h a r
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