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the light is so tenderly intense  after the storm, it fills the dark shapes in between my thoughts & I feel like playing the squiggle game with your name: one day you might be Isidor who feels the skin of the air some days you are Yuriy the great with skyscrapper dreams what about Luis with soft hands tomorrow? or Tiago, the tamer of the beast of thought? I have to mention Maksim too, for maximum of delight in your sight oh, Alfeu for the images of the unseen passing through you quietly in your sleep, like cosmic rays Liberio I'll call you for the day of the freedom of speech, once you've discovered the layers of nothingness or Noah, the new born into a fresh laughter
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Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 7:21 AM UTC
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the light is so tenderly intense  after the storm, it fills the dark shapes in between my thoughts & I feel like playing the squiggle game with your name: one day you might be Isidor who feels the skin of the air some days you are Yuriy the great with skyscrapper dreams what about Luis with soft hands tomorrow? or Tiago, the tamer of the beast of thought? I have to mention Maksim too, for maximum of delight in your sight oh, Alfeu for the images of the unseen passing through you quietly in your sleep, like cosmic rays Liberio I'll call you for the day of the freedom of speech, once you've discovered the layers of nothingness or Noah, the new born into a fresh laughter
feeling playful :)
irinia
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Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 7:21 AM UTC
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