She had been suffering,

The broken relationships

under the cracked memoirs

Bones almost plundered

With the fearful hopes,

anxious, doubtful all the way

So I slowed down a little bit,

With fragments of kisses

With delicate touches

of makeover trials

With the letters denote

something like love or etc.

Smell of nights,

music of movements

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she was talking in undertone

like the old hermits of the

Buddhist Monastery

not to prove any algorithm

or to put forward hypothesis

of social revolution

she was there with her

gentle smile and her bare arms

moving like gentle breeze

not like the smiling  bureaucrats

shaking the cold hands

before the secret deals

she was looking around

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