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Jan 2014
Sometimes my
memories are
too sharp
and I run
away to
the now
where you wait
for me and
I try not
to seem out
of breath.
I fail.
Eliana
Written by
Eliana  Israel
(Israel)   
355
   --- and individuality-exists
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