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Apr 2018
Let me tell you a thought
If you knew that I am caught.
Tell the judge to announce, guilty.
So I can reciprocate honesty.

Every single day inside the cell,
Innocence will lead you to hell.
While you still have the cure,
Love will win to keep you pure.

Close to the white color of clouds,
You will hear the wonderful sounds.
Like a choir of angels.
Smooth and bangles.

But I woke up with hunger, miracle!
I had a shortcut to get closer obstacle.
With a smell of medicines surrounds me,
I will always wish for the stars free.
Written by
Julia Guzmani  15/F
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