I designed my life, but there was
the sheet.
a piece I have drawn on the bench for
never stop to ask,
on a cobalt blue sky,
to endless wonder.
in a piece I put my name secret,
another
the rustle of the petals that are closed to accommodate the night.
in the smaller one I put all the happiness and
the biggest pain in metronome.
I put the pencil,
but lacked the design of my heart.
then
I asked you to draw on your paper.
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