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STYLE
what I like about you
is the indifference which penetrates me as deeply
as contaminated nitrogen air
my skin is filled with cries
and every scream grows a wing
my hair is like a crown tree
flowering cherry
I fly
I learn to feel the air on the
unexpected height of me
you don’t see me
even if I belly dance
you see through me
simple
remembering
non-existence
I detach every night
from unripe lips
to one last poem which I
dedicate to you
but the words
remain untouched
not saying my name
and I wait...
any answer is like new breathing
because I don’t breathe
I refuse to breathe
till you respond to me
I breathe deeply
in time with the 360 Grades
I walk on the Tropic of Cancer
equilibrium on a plan of seduction
I would throw you
to catch me
and your hands like your lips
are not found in this space and time
I love your style.
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