In stamba

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From the roof she screamed

From the building aside of my aspiration of her
Only when the river drenched
I heard
The offspring of love
Left alone, wingless
At first I tried to swim
I remember… I forgot how to do it without the water
My walk was too many centuries of mundane
To fly… is too easy to impress a brood
My offspring of love


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