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Clarity

Written by: Anna Piutti | Biography
 Was I thinking so loudly?

A heart absorbs the absurd
on a regular basis.
Primordial fears and poisoned skies are stage smoke; but fragrant whispers from your skin are open windows on relief.
And I see, and I laugh: I know nothing.
Copyright ©2006 Anna Piutti.



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