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At Night

At night she thinks
He is my life.
He is a cascade and a tree.
He is the point. He is the dream.
He is fire and music.
He is mine.

At night he thinks
She is my inspiration.
She is taste, scent, touch
She is a star immersed in the ocean.
She is tomorrow and infinity.
She is beautiful.

At day break
They hurl abuse
Like stones.

by Ivona Sophia

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