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Writer and singer
Libra sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising
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I remember the last time that mother took me in her arms. Back then, i was a wee boy. Five years old, naive but with highly developed intuition.
By Kito Pefer7 years ago in Poets
And at last, I was face to face with him. Earlier, like a whirlwind passing through, he turned around and with disregard,
As you sit underneath the breathing trees And as your soul is caressed by the smell Of sweet mangoes married to the tenderness of the breeze
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