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No, no, no

She has a flower in her mouth And the wind in her hair She has storm in her heart And the lungs out of air.  She said: no, you wrong! 

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Midnight Coffee

It was a noisy night in a hotel lobby. The conversation has been going on for a while on a subject that was a point of destruction for her mother

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Words, Words

I’m afraid to write about all I love, All I want, All I feel. What if I ran out of words? Where will I get more then? Will the south

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Sweet Blue

From the basket of memories.  The blue has a sweet taste. I wanna say I have a strange relationship with color, but the same thing I can say about music,

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