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By hiding the beginnings
I learned about each season. I didn’t understand why my eyes close sometimes so deeply; at each recurrence I moved my leaves, one or two branches at the right; than, in winter, I never remembered... just heard the steps, crushed me into the minds raised on punk rungs. Till when? Till when the rain will clean off any suspicion about my walking with the looking bold on the ash? I just try to overstep carefully the other thoughts, lest I cover their tender hands under the nonchalance, desired or not, of my weeping acts. Through the empty forgotten bodies on the wingless earth people are passing, without any direction, without any fly; who knows if they are coming or leaving?!
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