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Match strikes box Friction becomes flame Slowly, steadily The hand stretches to reach its goal.   1920s, New York A young woman,
In Heaven   Querida Abuelita There isn’t much time For me to sum up The events of my life  
Surrounded by the world seems like a big pit surrounded by others unaccepting, unwelcoming others well so i thought at a young age  and so the shy girl was born  with rage 
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