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out of pure fatigue,
the texture was so soft.
the transparency of my breasts.
colliding inside the mind of a stranger,
the taste of a widow left to rock herself to sleep.
out of pure fatigue,
the sounds were rich in inspiration,
the color of my lips reached the deep reds.
absent minded to become ignorant.
out of pure fatigue,
the transparency of my life,
the person i am utopian.
the mirror that reflects quixotic.
the female zoo
