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When you cross, the .......Losada line.
The macrocosm lies, hushed, below.
Lost...... in happiness .
Condemned...... by, sorrow.
When, the moon, is full.
I seek the music, of the stars.
To keep, my dreams...... at bay.
An ache, so ......deep .
It's darkness, filled .......
My epithelial stratum.
Lest, only, for ....that spark.
Mocked, by a silent world.
Spurned, and scorned by.
A wife, a mother, and, a ......lover !
I lived my life.
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