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Nov 2014
In this depressive day, when rain falls like tears
could you hold me like a pen, in between your hand?
and once you have secured me by the waist
Could you move me until you write everything I say?
For I tend to forget that I too can express myself.
Nov 22, 2014
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Everlasting
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   Tatiana and Arcassin B
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