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One, two, three,
I fall from the tree.
Four, five six,
blood falls down from my lips.
Seven, eight, nine,
I lost my precious time,
Ten from One,
everybody thought I was gone.
Two to three,
I just wanted to be happy.
Three to four,
there are blood on the floor.
Four and Five,
He covers my mouth and then we hide.
Five to six,
we run from the city, where we live.
Six and Seven, we thought we found heaven.
Seven and eight,
we came back but its too late.
Eight and Nine,
They called us The deleted files,
Nine to ten,
We run and hide again.
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Her Broken Letters
PoesíaThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
