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30.WORDS Oppose the gift For a handful Of parables .................................................. .......................................... delusional. Adorned by aberrated Brush strokes, It must fall one by one Fiancee, Another question, other answers. Erasing the spaces of the breath Of the eternal hooded face, That behind the blocks of words watches over you. In a street without a name or number, Gaia you fell. And with chiseled strokes, indelible you want to escape From the absent gaze.
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