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S.P.I.N.N.I.N.G
You will not have my fear for dinner...
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War is a curious thing.
It is spanned inside of your guts, and it grows, with only one thing in mind: I will not and shall not change, because my \'i\' cannot die and change.
When I see inside the pools of light of the children and connect with my own, I feel once again the happiness and I... don\'t want to fight.
I don\'t wanna say, that I don\'t fear for my life.
I know that I have to be stronger that what the place is asking me to be: a lot of breathing, less gallows and dungeons, more free sun.
I feel sad, because this is going to be a little to hard and I wish that I can do the best I can. I can save the wave from this side of the Cliff Kingdom, you know?
((To be finished))
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Juan Felipe Parra. “S.P.I.N.N.I.N.G.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/juan-felipe-parra/proza/243414/s-p-i-n-n-i-n-gComentarii (0)
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