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Mar 2019
He got a gift to live in a mysterious dream
Or maybe he was just trapped, where no one could hear his silent screams

His innocence felt so real and true
He had faith in himself that he would make it through.

He had a weakness for ink for it create history
He had witnessed paper carrying realms and ink dissolving hearts in a mystery.
Written by
Bruno Mahinahon  M
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   Chanty P
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