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Jun 2020
In freedom,
madness of beauty,
I love all and nothing,
every member of the space surrounding, so much
and extendedly
that I come to tears,
my physical demonstration of overconscience.
I am truly and on all the planes
a Lover.
To anyone reading this:
You’re included in that space
Personally.
Even when no soul shall know of my passion.
I’ll be in my hide.
Dante Rocío
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Dante Rocío  Agender/Польша
(Agender/Польша)   
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