Let's be real
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Last published Fri, May 8, 2020
Just some random thoughts and moods I wanted to share. My heart needs to breathe sometimes so here is the opportunity!
The texts I write are often very short by the way. If it can be any important for you :)
PS: I know it's not really poetry but I didn't know where to put it... sorry if you expected something else!
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