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Strong (mind)
mirror I
pristine waters
of thoughts not yet conceived,
I hear the shouting of incomprehensible phrases,
run chased by words,
stumble into concepts redundant.
tyrants
phrases reach me,
I lock the wrists,
beat me
ideas with artificial
tarnishing the senses
and everything becomes murky.
From a distance
a glow appears
taking wrists loosen,
cease beating,
not hear anything
return alive
Forte (mind).
Gaetano Gulisano.
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