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Joana. It blows softly
Trespassing my soul
Turning and revolving
In an endless parting and returning
Swirling through the strands of clouds
That entwined in its whistles
Dance in a confused manner
And the light of the night's lamps
Corrupts the dawn
And blinds the eyes
With a fake feeling of day
And the little pieces
Of a fragmented pavement
Lie under my feet
Like submissive structures
Of a cold society
I wait
The waiting seems unending
And the nauseating smell
Of burning chemicals
Prolongs the stillness
And increases the fear
Pencils drop to the floor
And apprehension invades the air
With a suffocating tension
That drags my oxygen with it
I see then
The mistakes
So clearly
And your eyes now seem so much closer
Than before
Dark green
Of a deep and mysterious forest
Where I've lost myself
And where I'll remain lost
Until the wind departs again
Leaving behind
Empty decipherable words
Of your meaningful sounds
And vanishes through the purple smoke. 		000714
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