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17 years
17 years,
of growing and learning.
These are the days,
I remember how much I am me,
each year passes,
I find more pieces of me,
I pick them up off the ground,
build myself up,
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τό καλόν, τό ἀληθές, τό ἀγαθόν (Transedentals)
The woman wears her skin
like a bathrobe.
She stands in the middle
of a golden field,
weeping fresh water.