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Aug 13
It was quite windy today
and while looking outside
I suddenly realized
that my mind is like a yard
filled with dry leaves
all floating around
and me? I'm just running about
trying to catch 'em all
but when I'm almost over
sweating and making clouds with my breath
all the leaves fly away
leaving me standing there
tired of a work
that will lead me nowhere
Pedro Vialle
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Pedro Vialle  21/M/Brazil
(21/M/Brazil)   
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   Bill Johnston
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