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THE CHERRIES’ HARVEST It looks like somebody already stepped on the cherries row, leaving darker scars into the dew dunk grass. This time no one will notice the missing jewels despite the thief overflowing basin....
read moreTHE QUEBERT’S CHOICE What if I would have chosen to simply ignore her unripe dance in the pouring rain. Broadening the concience shelter keeps my thoughts dry, drowsy the pain. Ignore the evidence of the...
read moreMILK DROPS Since the very first step out of our mama’s belly she run that fast that I lost her traces. But the year time difference between our births kept beeing so soaked of her...
read moreTHE SILENT WAVE My comfort doesn’t come from them. Neither from the beauty that flows tight or loose between the stars and the emerald lawn. It doesn’t come from the platitudes and clichés that dignity...
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