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May 2018
A river in my head
Flowing with such might
Not a single force could stop it
My brain is like the night

Dark and quiet slumber
But the river still remains
It could be considered torture
Runs like blood that fills my veins
Ruth Cardenas
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Ruth Cardenas
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