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Throughout all this time, I clung to sensations,
to expressions judged as right or wrong.
I let go of hearts
and wrote songs about being loved
and about being the one who forgot.
All this time, out of fear of losing myself,
I cut the flowers and discovered that what I fear the most
is losing you.
FEBRUARY 10, 2024 (Translation)
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The Internet is Not Real
PoetryTinged with blue light and red eyes, to the warm of heart. Thirteen months of poetic texts and thirteen illustrations. (También en Español: El Internet NO es Real)
