I felt at times, a different kind of opposition.
Kierkegaard wrote: Purity of the Heart is to will one thing...
the shape of my heart is rare to most anyone!
What kind of symbol is my heart to my fine, sweet -
lover?
I historically uncover the secrets.
Something told me when whispering in the wind.
Tell me now: the park filled with pigeons.
Powder, powder. -
- Powder everywhere.
Like flower.
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