There is a seemingly and mechanical void, pollution, and a punching raising noise beyond the collected various childrens' poise. They finance boundless effort not to sound too copied or varied when making large symbols with your prize; but they are uncertain of their truth, and they fall in and out, and they flow in and out, and they falter, waver
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Your poetry is so good Amalia, I think it is so absolutely aw-inspiring.
I see alot of metaphoric/analytical/symbolic meanings in it, that come through from the genius of your subconscious self more fluidly then most. Please write more poetry, it's too good not to.
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can I be that too me...
Know in your same way, the mirror
seas of emotion. So,
true...
and if I could make
a wish upon that
dissolving
place,
I wouldn't know what to do
I didn't, and won't until
I do.
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