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Days and nights are gathered together

as if

they are witting poems

Or

fixing fonts or  templates.

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They appear line a

nice shaped antics

having soft touch

looking like a printed plate

Or

circles made by pencil

they're

shaped like the hole of the sowing needle

makes

the

pity penetrate some way impossible

they're

so

clear with what ever They take

I would say

they're

oldie legends

they were not little carrels

but

they're

built accurately

they turn around

around with no boring

they pass by me

and

people look a sleep

woos me once

I

recall

they saw me

saying

don't leave

a

candle lights

felled the sides of my earth

at dark nights

I

Clapped with one hand and a hip

squeezed my sides

my eyes cry

my tears get colored red and worm

I

kicked my leg

after it was my faithful wheel

and

my arch arrow hit my dreams

I

did not

cry

when I was like a handy cap

tightened my hands

swinging legs

I

was not even good

for doing a little task

I

started witting my poems

to see my sweet memories

on boards documented

and

readable

this is my life

always

aeady

and In

a

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