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Independent verses Every words a poem, a gift from the moon, the inheritance in your eyes, human.

What is its mystery? Why care at all? What difference is it to me after all? --Doubtful poet, listen to me: the End is the beginning of the Infinite Secondly, youre the only Real Thing around: Stop denying you are Something not a Someone, but the Only person who knew what it was to be misunderstood and taken as something you never were, believed as a fool, lunatic, or whore. All because you loved Reason, Harmony, the Cuban verses of Jos Mart

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