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| Joana. |
Wondering if this mental bondage is what curses me The stream of conscience paling at the sight of you You, who are so intangible, so haughty, incandescent Showering the core of the self in discomfort Awkwardness at your presence, feeling misplaced Hatred blended in love, for what I wish to be For whatever I could never become..... |
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