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how many years have passed…

it was only one evening.

didn’t meet with her,

didn’t love her,

didn’t have sex with her,

didn’t make friends with her,

didn’t even kiss her…

a cup, decorated with tea leaves,

verlibras, a little on paper, a little in communication,

elusive music…

goodbye… no messages.

sometimes the full representation comes to me…

lives with me…

leaves again…

i don’t get in its way.