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I am a woman,
with a skin
that still claims for caresses.
With a heart
that still beats,
full of repressed emotions.
I am a woman
with dormant, sleeping desires.
With illusions buried in ashes.
With frustrated expectations.
With an empty and silent life,
only illuminated by thoughts
made poetry, that throws them to the Wind,
and that make others sigh, when they read it.
I am a woman
waiting to be reborn,
waiting to rise again
from ashes that make her
fully alive again.