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| Hope, joy, noe worries...where does this come
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Too much liberty, and I'm crying Where is the old familiar insecurity? Where are all the fears and stresses? Wait, there they are...I see them approaching my bed The freedom was too much, aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh... |
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Corner" it's enough to fill in the form
and then you could send us your poems. The aim of the column it's to introduce
new authors to the great audience.
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