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I needed so much wisdom
To stop
Bearing the clouds with the attributes of fate
I needed so much cold
To break free
From the tyranny of winter
And the octopus-like arms of the hearths
The sun that makes me weep all day
At sunset
Can no longer grant me
More poems
And the poems that lash me
Then sleep at my feet
Like a submissive cat
Can no longer grant me more
Of painkillers…
And you…
You, lying in my heart
And on some bed in this world
I needed a miracle to find you
And another for you to love me
And a third to realize that
Our destinies are in our hearts
And that the clouds are but a sign
On a long road
Will only reach its end
Of a few
Of lovers
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