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infinity.
Imagine,
our names written
on the sand of some
beach in South America,
where our hearts
meet again, never to
get lost again
and tell me if
it doesn't make you
want to be(a)lieve
in forever.
I got your name
written on my skin,
in a language that
escapes your logic,
in an ink that
can't be seen,
nor touched.
But honey, you can't
tell me you don't
feel it.
It doesn't stain,
it doesn't bleed.
Your eyes,
I swear,
I can swim
into them,
and I would swim
for days and months,
and eternity, to reach
your soul.
But you keep closing
all windows, locking
all doors. Are you
scared?
I'm not scared,
nor terrified.
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Moving on
I'm never going to forget the first day you came to school. I was wondering if it would be a year as lonely as the last when I saw you, the new girl with the long black hair and the funny nose that fitted her face so well. You were making a very lame attempt to understand Paola, who failed to put her words in the right order with a pronunciation that really, no human being who knew her for less than 5 months could understand. We started to hang out for the next couple of weeks and the February 10th, on your birthday, I remember I gave you a pair of earrings I made myself and I found a year later in a little box in your closet, I thought you h
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Running away
From dark blue, to grey,
lightning and thunder,
I never wanted to escape.
But today I cleaned
my roller skates,
and as my headphones
blasted my ears,
I run away from the rain.
Little drops,
they start to wet my
hair, smudged eye liner,
and free as a bird,
I ran away today,
I ran away from the rain.
i won't stop,
when it rains,
it pours.
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