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I never will loose my soul to the taste of a tear made of salt from eyes full of water like a trust to him who once were two in he as she wondering where the stars went as a metaphor for all that lies under blackened skies and burning fields when the world goes down


writing down my feelings when I see all that is happening because of  a mental legacy that throws us back into the dark ages ...~ Is it poetry?  ~...