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Said I opened her mind
Touched her heart
How so
All my unprocessed words
All the difficulty
My awkward methods to profess
Never knew I was this complicated
I called myself simple
Moved states
Could be why
Was much at ease before
My feet moved with the wind
My sandals unstained
My shoes polished clean
Everything is everything
My consciousness says
Why would the lot of sunshine
Creep into my room
It's something divine
I'm despicably at the end
Of some old life
I mean
Next year
I don't think I'd have whatever I did this year
It's hard to imagine
Hard to hear
That, I
Homachi
Would see new heights
Would find the light
But it'd been seen before
I'd seen this before
I'd seen this future
Was just never sure
All is all
What would come of all
I'm so very sure
I have it all
Visualization
Bien beaucoup
All that would come
That would reach out to me
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PoesíaThe things that distract me. All the things so intriguing. Storytelling... Poetry...
