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written by: Marta Compagnone



So the world falls down,
we live in a ghost town
marching with our loneliness.
We try to scream our thoughts
hoping that someone hears us.
We are born free
to become slave
and nobody is so brave
to break these chains.

Marta Compagnone

Marta Compagnone

Italian teacher that loves reading and writing micropoetry and haiku.
I live in Rome and the roman life inspires me every day.
Marta Compagnone

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