August 2013
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It smells like autumn, Looks for winter, Mourns the summer, Lasts for spring. Dying brown leaves, Wandering cold winds, Tasting cinnamon apples, Hoping mistletoe love affairs…
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My heart has stuck on your left sole… And I’m a part of every step you make, No matter how slowly you’re planning to go, No matter how fast you’re running away… I am following now your endless concern, Wondering why you can’t feel me shiver Under your left sole, or into your hand As…
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And if it’s Monday, oh, that means Sunday is over?! But when was it? I closed my eyes on Saturday evening and the next thing I know, it was already Monday when I opened them! I don’t understand why, by the end of the week, the days were made significantly shorter? If there wasn’t enough…
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Some of us will be going on Mars. Lucky them! Or lucky us?! Who knows? We, humans, hardly earned our right to be here, on Earth, and yet we raised our eyes to the Red Planet. But, was not Mars meant to be lived by humans, was it? Everything single speck of dust will fight…