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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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