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Nov 2015
I keep trying to write it.

To make it happen.
Moving little pieces,
bit by bit or
shoving them around.
Either
Disturbing and mixing
To see if something will
Arrise from the mess
or
Staying still, inanimate,
maybe my actions are
not letting things happen.

Maybe it thinks
and evades me.

Maybe you're not supposed
To look for love at all.
Written by
ricardo  26/Costa Rica
(26/Costa Rica)   
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