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Yesterday was the rain.
Today is the sun.
The son will reign.
Boreas winds undone.
My life
My mother late at night naked
She was in the hall, next to the bathroom
my attraction to women has been ever since
one of fascination and horror
my aunt wanted me to have a thinner nose
fuller upper lip
then my cousin promised to show me her *******
I never saw her again
that week I dreamed of her *******
the room at my grandma's house and chess boards

mothers have more influence on the poet
than any other being
they mark his view on life
where there is no line between dream
reality fantasy tale
and myth becomes evident once you enter
risk
and you learn to accept the most
separate and distant incongruences
thanks to a mother’s irrational thought

I stepped into a carpet of bulls and cows
the animals would awake at every one
of my step
hoofs and noses pink and red
all smeared with a gelatinous substance
the tree became for me impossible
to reach

mother and the father
You smell
Like a rose

I am a
Cactus

How hard it is
To impress you

How care to be taken
From my thorns

In life there are no
Perfect matches

But, we have to try
Much to be a perfect
There is always a flaw
In a relation
But, we have to
Look after it and
Mend it
Satisfaction
Did I ever get this
One in my life
Competition
Did this never
Leave me
I am a slave or
Kind of prisoner
To those two

I am never free of
Thoughts
And there
Implementation

May be we are
designed in
Such a manner

No one has a
Chance to
Escape
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