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Heart and mind

My heart was a curse

My mind was chaos

Every time I

tend to sleep,

I'll be like

storms before rain,

And when I

pretend waking up,

I'll be the cracks

After earthquakes



As promised I still got some insomniac poetry on this book. 

I believe that "We are not dead yet" and "Insomniac poetry" are

similar in a sense that they consist more on prose. 

Do asks if you got any questions for me, my mailbox is waiting for you 

all year round.

-Love lots,

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