Poem 22

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My soul screams
For imposible dreams
Although happy it seems
It is not that what it means

My soul, in my body caught
And it cries, a lot
But the destiny is not bought
And myself i cant shot

My soul wishes to have escaped
Before by life it is raped
Till now i am staked
But my arms and legs are scraped

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