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Thursday, November 11, 2010
They think they know us,
feel what we did,
know what we will do.
Well, we always change,
constantly, feel different,
structurally change, now.
We'll do what is so natural,
so unnatural and abnormal.
So normal and lovely,
full of passion, discrete.
Forbidden, unnamed, misunderstood,
so my lungs breathe in slowly,
the air. The one that lets me feel.
My heart.
Weak, beating rarely, unfit.
Different, changeless.
Yearning, for a hug.
Te amo, mi sincera.
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