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Mirella | 20 | brazil | soul deep in the sea, coverd by the ocean, lungs embraced by a skinny crust of ice, the heart under the ground, beside the flowers over the bones, next to the worms, but the eyes, the eyes toward the sun, seeing the light, without feel it, without even know what is it.
