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THE real me

I don't have a common last name (inherited from my father), but I'm simple like Silva from my mother... I'm proud of what I'm like I am.. I am not protected by no one, not ridden by marauders assemblers, I am of the light, I'm not Lucena, I'm from Paraíba, no Maranhão... I'm Portugal... I'm an enlightener but I'm not French, I like Beatles but I am not English... But I'm not "mass", I'm a bridge, I'm not nihilist, I am Kant... I like Brazilian women with a beach flavor, of French women with taste of champagne, Arabs who smell camphor, oriental women that smell like peach... Who wants to be friends that does not come with subterfuge, come with sincere friendship, not with real state or latifundium... My property is not of this world... my kingdom It's much further away sans universe limit...!

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Date: 5/5/2024 4:54:00 PM
Hello Alakas, I just read this poem The Real You. A very interesting poem. Telling us about yourself. Your friend. Darlene
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