I am a halfway child of truth,
Nothing is absolute
and nothing is artificial
.
A kaleidoscope in a Copernican universe.
my climate of opinion means nothing to anyone.
lost in the background a wallflower never heard.
I am a halfway child of truth.
concinnity I think not
coquettish glances whisper secrets without words.
desires hidden, unreachable, forbidden.
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