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“I am the painful verses that snakes sing, I am the oppressed heart sobbing the pain of its loves, my words do not have flavour or but they feed the soul, the soul that understands all the incomprehensible, the corner that echoes rumours of nostalgia. Poetry is the dawn awake at night reciting poems to the darkness so it can dream. Poetry is the life we create in letters and sadness without mouth. I am the soul that is mature and keeps echoes of memories and dreams. I am the one whom death awaits at dawn.”

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