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Sep 2014
She reached and reached, on the tip of her toes,
But with every second passed the moon she could not hold.
Inch by inch, she standing on the very edge, was suddenly left hugged by pitch blackness.
Adribel Gonzalez
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Adribel Gonzalez  Santo Domingo
(Santo Domingo)   
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