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Late Call.

I called you, in the middle of the night to ask you why your thoughts are still in heaven.

5 sec pause.

then, you asked me where is heaven

and you hung up the phone.

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We.

silly we are, humans.

we stand in front a whatever immortality.

sinners we are, human beings.

we close our eyes in front a sequence of lying mortality.

innocent we are, children.

we choose to play, pac man in a monopoly’s game.

and this continue, to be continued.

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poetryminimalpoemlove; sleep; snuggle; innocense; goodness

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