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The waiting

The hot air condensed, the particles suspended
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The platform trembling. Anchors away.
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The hopeless, floating. The helpless, standing.
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A long rise and the empty wave.
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The aching departure and finally, the lonely freedom.
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Way down, waves crash. The distraction.
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High tide in my eyes and all in my sight grasp for air.
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The body tired, the mind slow.
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The temperature drops. Depression of the skin.
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All feet walk back. My heart populates the port.
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Me, there and then: Presence in absence.
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The tail of my skirt fights the wind: Angry dialogue.
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My skin, crispy and unattended: solitude.
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The space called ocean: my life.
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God paints skies until you come: entertainment.
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God paints skies because you were lost: forgiveness.

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Mateus_Ciucci_Ferreira

Created
2019-02-24 08:53:16

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