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With your touch,
     The armies of anger cease to impale me.
The smile burns
     With a faint scent of happiness,
It makes me laugh.
     A small scream inside myself
A reminder; I can love.

The pain stops,
     My veins open to the possibility of a dream
I almost see sun
     Through this sheet of black covering my eyes
I stopped running,
     I stopped running to kiss you;
A reminder; I can love.
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