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If you can't give her
The world
Be her universe
Instead
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Silence and Bass
Poesía[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
xxxv. The World
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If you can't give her
The world
Be her universe
Instead
