Not yet a woman, I have met with scratches crystal
sown in your bora.
I have intimidated and amazed, but she
curious you tried.
And so I found it: a sleepy cat, curled around a
arrogant sea of \u200b\u200ba thousand blues,
eye half-open to the roaring of red sumac,
ears strained to pick up the noises coming from the boundaries of time.
Your old haughty,
your little children,
your furred ladies,
shining sun your lord, your freedom
ambiguous
I have conquered.
I slipped into old coffee, studying
between chess masters and lost in foggy memories.
I grew, I became a woman
and I did not leave.
sown in your bora.
I have intimidated and amazed, but she
curious you tried.
And so I found it: a sleepy cat, curled around a
arrogant sea of \u200b\u200ba thousand blues,
eye half-open to the roaring of red sumac,
ears strained to pick up the noises coming from the boundaries of time.
Your old haughty,
your little children,
your furred ladies,
shining sun your lord, your freedom
ambiguous
I have conquered.
I slipped into old coffee, studying
between chess masters and lost in foggy memories.
I grew, I became a woman
and I did not leave.
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