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Nov 3
Captivates in the air
the desire
of my constant escape.

Vanishes the sense of time
with a gentle glance.

From the depths, peeking out
the first steps.
Nawel Rod
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Nawel Rod  35/M/Argentina
(35/M/Argentina)   
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