He told me he does not fall in love.
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Love blooms like cherry blossoms in shattered sidewalks.
Mark the Day: a Poem
On this day, ten years from now...
Distorted Reflection: a Poem
The truth couldn't go down unlike a poison.
Chisel me in the Marble: Self-Reflection
Discovering myself - the real me.
Isabelle Palerma 