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| Internal evening |
In my mind I feel like a breath,
dilated like a breath of wind
passes and buzzes, and beats the windows open
arcane cracks, openings to the north.
They go, puffing with the thoughts, the senses
numbed by this opaque
be skipping the gray, black and nothing
obstacles for someone weighing heavy
unnecessary barriers for those who fly.
So that breath draws my thoughts
and will remove the gray and nothing opaque
the same happens with the mysteries
this unacceptable present.
disobedience, but I'm happy.
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