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• Ms. E.T.
  *** In the silence of the night, her smile dazzled through the stars. Her gaze always aimed far beyo...
• Two words
  I play with words, I live through them, I make them hurt, build them in frames, which I crush, or th...
• Morbid existence
  In the lonesome hours, when it hurts I breathe by violence, folded in silence I lost into discovered...

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