Remove Odour From Ski Boots

untitled poem by CAMILA ROWS

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I know this is not perfect day I've ever seen ..
But at least I'm spinning.
I can not see your face, away and felt a fire in the train platforms.
Correction: I do not want to see your face, away and felt a fire in the train platforms.
The sleepers will be there, the rest of the days.
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday.
The other days we have not perfect ever seen ..
And I'm spinning.
legs become lighter, and do not pedal the bike rusty English.
The flowing hair marks the rhythm of the feelings, and intensifies.
The state is mind, body and soul in solitary confinement.
I'll see other skies possible, "Heaven?
Your soul is the food of this festival, as expected ..