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the Others

Somewhere in Nowhere

My Only Shadow

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Innocence

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Poison Me

Lost

Oh, Father!

Babylon of Thoughts-Part I

Forgetting

Thought

Babylon of Thoughts-part II

Untitled

Seasons Change

A Moment That Equals Eternity

Senses

Without a Touch

Seasons Change

He wears me close to his skin
he never tells me the secret behind-
the different sunshines-
om different Sundays.

He never tells me the secret behind
his touch of his hand on my thoughts-
on different Sundays
as we walk in the park.

The touch of his hand on my thoughts,
transformed our melody into a whisper-
as we walk in the park
waiting for the winter.

Transformed our melody into a whisper
of ingenuity-
waiting for the winter,
he wears me close to his skin.

Daniela Isabela Bosca





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