Nothing really.

I can stay watching your display,
for real, for a long time
and never talk to you.

I must be mad or maybe sick,
both or not.

Exquisite consequence

that you cause me.

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point of view=war trend

Poetry in motion.

Poetry that can be writen or spoken by the body motion,
is the universal language.

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Cargo con todo el peso de tu perfección.

I feel, fine.

My heart is probably small
but The Beatles fit inside.

mira nomas ...