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Maria Sep 2018
My invisible self loves the afternoon
The colorful sky, the smell of sea
The feeling of a love coming
A good song
Has dreams
Do not want to have your feet on the ground.
Your head is in the clouds
Falls in love with the darkness
Break free when dancing
Loves fiction
Smells like books
And is happy
And when my skin shivered
Oh,i know
I’m on ecstasy.
I entered on my one
In my invisible self

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