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Luis

Valentin

    Inner-monologue


    Fenno House at Old Sturbridge Village

    Kneeling on a semi eccentric thought

    manipulating the words that already exist

    shaping them to my own blank sheet of space

    Pulling me away to that special place

    I, a state of pseudo-polarization

    bouncing inside my pressurized life

    looking for the escape algorithm

    I, the liberating rhythm

    Running on a dim light

    more than nothing I seem to reach

    as the words return to the old page

    I close my eyes and the light begins to grow

    Remaining sounds from yesterday

    tattooed on my monocromatic sorrow

    I can see my rain within the reach of tomorrow

    I see tomorrow, I can see the rain

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