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Sun of salt;
I vanished quietly...
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At age 7,
She cannot write the letter P...
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Your voice,
leaking portraits...
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the literature of you can be summarized
in one word – loneliness...
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and if i die,
i don’t want you to mourn me...
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There's nothing you can say
You'll only make it worse...
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It's not your OCD
when you like things...
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those three syllables that drank from tropical
waters, grew roots that tapped into the alveoli...
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I draw the sun
between the shades of time...
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I leave for you my past
and the last paddle in the sea...
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I hope those pieces you stole from me
can fill the gaps of your soul...
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your eyes
remind me of the ocean...