the story had always been
even before navels exist
that you have two, and it is
really funny, but you always
do not mind stories, you like
everything alive in you, even
for stories which were never
true, you give it life, and so
until now, the story, seems,
and all stories, seem always
to be true, but that, you think,
how stories must be...alive always.
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