there are places where you can not enter, places prohibited. rules. points. plenitude of retreats and give ups. I am, I am...
managed on a rainy night to hear his voice far closer to your voice, even your voice, I managed to... listened...
drew a heart pierced by an arrow and wrote on it the name of the puzzle. entered. there was silence. someone had never seen or heard anything like it. There were so many penalties and pains that the most beautiful man, the most beautiful MAN, cried, asked forgiveness for others. designed a new life in infinity, drew new lines, changed the route, drafted new homes explaining to others the impossible: so here, with each other, as now.
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