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May 2017
Deep breath
Yes, there is still something there
A life that I can summon
And I do

My face has changed
But my mind is calm
Not about the world
Just my self-image
Truly
It’s the most amazing thing
I don’t care
But I promise to take a bath

Did you know?
What’s that?
You couldn’t hear me?
And I thought I was so loud
No slight impact
No glancing meaning
Not even an annoyance
It was as if I wasn’t even there
That’s how I learned
Not too handsome
Not too smart
Only the keeper of my own flame

I turned the key
Then decided to walk
I opened an umbrella
But left it inside
I stood up a ladder
But laid down instead
I played a piano
But I didn’t need a song
I remembered what I said
But the meaning was mine
It was all a dream
To be different
To start then stop
To do then not
To know not taught
It’s my way now
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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