OVERTURE TO THE SLENDER

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Your sublime sweetness

does not go unnoticed.

You are made of lilies

of fresh colors

of cozy lights

of glowing skin

and stellar eyes.

But also of pride

and synthetic materialism.

Of figures in the air

gestures and comedies

mute language

tenderness

lack of experience

fragility and strength.

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