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Farewell

I probably more than words. The eyes of the tears were absorbed. The gesture overwhelmed.
Everything blue in direct sunlight where the sentence breaks, such a stake.
Wrinkles where life flows.
I have that presence, at any wind. Hands out of my throat to touch you.
The one part I miss.
And you, who cry, I miss you too.

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Let me explain

I explain to myself first, then the other.
Today I did something crazy. Full weekend, so that nothing and nobody, not even my "mission" does not force me to, I went to visit Mrs A, who died in hospital (not in our local hospital).
Well, the psychiatrist, she has nothing else to fuck the weekend? A spouse, children, friends, hobbies? It is suspicious, j'vous say, she manages well its not about death.
Ben, much respect my feelings and my desires. How else do you want me to be able to host this famous psychic dimension in others if I denied to myself?
I came, you answer I feel, my words, vocalizations.
Then the doctor came and told us to all of us, your children, you and me, this absolute mess of you. Everyone stood
throat or heart, looking at you.
The pain was immense. And love too.
I said goodbye, I knew I never see you again in life.
I said "I love you and with you, take the cart ... "
You moved your hand.
I went out, and I cried.
course you going to miss me, and before I returned to the chamber 39, your room, where they will install another person in retirement homes, I will time.
And when at last I entered, everything will return to you.
At this price, recognition of the pain felt at the death of someone we know intimately, we do not live with ghosts. I could make up for this new person.
You and I are left in peace.

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Worlds drunk dotting the lashes of your eyes and go, but travelers in the orbit paths hummed past. You say
rivers that cross and the banks that delight. You say the taste of flesh the earth, when she has that taste of space where you drift, in-between. You hum, "The cart". It's your favorite tune.
You smile the laughter of children.
You stand on this platform. You shake a little hand in a farewell mischievous and tender.
Thanks.