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Apr 2019
Love is in the air.
I guess I can't breathe.  
Or be inhaled?
I've been watching couples,
with my eyes closed.
Jealous.
My heart is desperate for love.
And yet I'm sitting here alone,
waiting for a text message.
Written by
Natália
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