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Jun 2018
I smell an intruder, a spy in my house.
Is he coming from the dark zone
on a day it raines forever?
Does he wants my seven tears
or my smile?
Or Yesterdayโ€™s days that made
me cry?
He woke me up, leaving traces
in my nightmare,
I was a sad soul in torment,
he was my source of despair,
but I knew it wasnโ€™t
my last evening on Earth,
I confessed all my sins,
since my mother gave me birth,
thinking whoโ€™s going to win in hell
if the mirror cracked, or tolls the bell?
I stopped being the girl
who plays with the fire,
calling the devil in disguise a big liar,
โ€˜cause he tried to promise me the heaven,
but I still got my lives to live: seven!
Irina BBota
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Irina BBota  42/F/London
(42/F/London)   
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