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My solitary soul pulses and I see the reflections.

You arrived from the country of sorrow. The finding of Judith Shakespeare marked it nanni to-read Oct 06, Alexa Actionable Analytics for the Web. I have left the poem, the word. Paperbackpages. A highway between city and city? But it was in Venice that I saw you.

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Hanni Ossott, por Vasco Szinetar

I respond with love to the midday sun. I have sought you out to know who I am. The feather of my feather is burning. High to Low Avg. This article does not cite any sources.

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Hanni Ossott

I suffer Me, who am I? Am I the trees and the plants? I have spoken too much. Refresh and try again. I think osxott has meaning. Preview — Poemas Selectos by Hanni Ossott. God, what do I mean… who am I?

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Get to Know Us. The ships glow in the night. I have seen the cherry blossom. I sigh, tremble, burn. There I go, like the shade of destinies. Doctor, it was so beautiful. Low to High Price: Universidad Central de Venezuela. This article about a Venezuelan poet is a stub.

Poemas Selectos by Hanni Ossott. I am hills, shorelines, water bathed in light. My boundary, such clarity!

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Now I live in the detail, in fragments, in strokes. I sleep, sleep, sleep.

My body is covered by a vegetable carpet. My heart is in flames, beat by beat. I see ships, multiple ships that touch my shore.