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Good morning

Date Written: October 6, 2017
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I wonder out in the morning

that never ends, the hours are odd, each

second is death that never ends,

a life that is never born .

I only wanted to say good morning to someone and be

embraced with a smile.

Unknown are the emotions

that make me hostage of these interminable hours,

these hours of slow anguish in seconds

when I write my love for you.

By Ediney Santana

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