The wind, leaking quietly through the window of my window, wraps my entire body like an old friend, first kissing my shoulders, then squeezing my cheeks. I don't know if I'm not used to it, but this warms my soul to embrace the cold breeze.
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My remaining desires give life to my dear friend Vaveyla, while her beloved is deep in the dark of her lover. I'm filling in my pockets with the stars to fade in his absence.
The ticking taps of the clock interfere in the sounds of my brain. It's my heart that I can't say and want to say.
I watch the sky, which is about to be enlightened from the uncomfortable chair I sit on, and greet the full moon.
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I don't go to this place, they say they go from one place to another, and I go the most.
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