they couldn't laugh as much as they wanted as if they were hyenas
I must not let myself be destroyed by anyone's behavior
this matter will be shaped to the end
to learn how to do it
which loosens and spreads my hair in waves around me
and colored rays on different layers from visible to invisible
it is just this mirror above me
magnetic and gray
touched by the sun with the manifestation entered in
my thoughts about someone perfect for me
always more than me
what a great dream like a balm on the wound
that one more than me
but compatible with my spirit
from the beginning
and I wait in my movement between movements
what is formed by the hard way
always different than the easy one
I knew both of us did not feel the touch of one another
in this expectation as a seed in time
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