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Feb 8
An impression of rain lost in the senses,
like something spoken from so far away,
so desperately,
before being itself,
the inner healing we seek in a new language,
the light we want to believe exists to guide us.
Written by
Eduardo Edmundo  49/M/Almada
(49/M/Almada)   
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