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May 2020
On the edge, I'm dripping out
from my jumps in men

their nice words
*** and impatience

Wishing to give each other everything but
not knowing how subsequently

to lead a life of our own
Thinking about that for so long

that it is a problem
insoluble for logic

from which it originated
and elusive

for my unrest that fears
to miss opportunities

and is distracted
by the laughing and dancing

of the passing people who
did not pay attention to me
did not pay attention to mΓ©

on the edge, dripping
from unappreciated beauty

on the edge, dripping
from unappreciated desire
Collection β€œWebgarden”
Zywa
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