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Confessions for a waiting room
Friday, 5 June 2009
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-10º C
What
is m
ountains?
Even not know if mountains has no special shape or sound.
No one know
s why
they're different
than air
yet everyone's
won
der where's the top is.
But I already know...
It feels right ben
eath my foots.
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Esther Cabrales
9/04/2009 4:46 pm
this is a poem.
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muted;
this is a poem.
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