Meeting
amount of eyes on my path-goal
in half, and the flames of ardor
different
different lights on a dark
same. Meeting
numbers on my lips
path from time to time, telling me endless
different phrases confuse me and between high voices,
serious. Meeting men and women
on my path,
who say that they show,
asking me who remember
them, but
only know my silence, and I too try
the same answer.
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