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Jul 2014
Gently floating in my dreams, weightless, only as I sleep..
Lost easily, and often, if only my voice could reach..
And so I stand, waiting for
Something unknown, something unheard of..
Sharp as a blade, yet somehow, I remain weaker.
Glass
Ginn Mosxa
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Ginn Mosxa  26/F
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