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“one day, when tenderness has become the single rule of the morning,/ I will wake in your arms. perhaps your skin will be overly gorgeous./ and the light will include the impossible understanding of...”
“the poem doesnt have stanzas, it has a body, the poem doesnt have lines,/ it has blood, the poem is not written with letters, its written/ with grains of sand and kisses, petals and moments, shouts...”