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Vienna Adriano

I'm a living paradox and I breathe in poetry.

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She’s not happy—
You know it as she stares back at you
with dead eyes filled with
debris of broken stardusts

I want to go on with my life without any more grudge. I don’t want that heavy feeling in my chest. I deserve the kind of breathlessness that comes from cliff diving or snorkeling, not the kind where I get left behind.

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