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she always told me
she wants to become
a piece of art

after the restless night
my gaze swept over her
in admiration

pansies were blooming
on her olive skin
and
the rivers guided by
coagulated barriers
we’re roaming over
her wrists

wish granted

Author: Anca Iulia Raicu

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