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Nov 2020
an overcrowded island surrounded by broken mouths,
glowing like a cigarette ****,
while i am the space that learns to move among white hair
when time whispers: -ย ย feel how it spills on your skin
how it caresses you second by second
melts gelatinous wrinkles
Maria Mitea
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Maria Mitea
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