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Jul 2013
THAT´S HOW IT FEELS
THE LONELY ANGER
IT COMES OVER ME AND THERE IT IS
DESPERATION
DEEP DARK DESPERATION
I PULL MY HAIR I CRY I BITE MY TEETH
BUT WHEN I’M IN FRONT OF THEM
I DO NOT LET IT OUT
I HIDE IT
AM I TOO CLEVER
OR A FOOL?
Karma Infante
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Karma Infante
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