Nina
A bit of a woman, a lot of a girl
Calm, quiet
Talkative, errant
A fascinating contradiction
Being Nina
Sinning by the transparency in excess
I often speak, I often shut
I think too much, so much I commit a sin
I can´t deny it
A bit of everything, a lot of one world
Of destination unknown
I just live, and avoid sadness
I don´t belong to anyone, I´m seeking my someone
Seeing, Nina
A dropp of a woman, in an ocean of a girl
Many wrapped into one, being
I live, by living
Nina.
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