“My dear”, do you understand how foreign these words are on my tongue. I would never say that to you, but I mean it in my mind. As seasons change you change: your age, your color, your shape, your smell. Thank you for letting me finally understand that you express yourself in being these men. Thank you for twisting our paths.
I know how addictive you are to my charms, I spread the waves once you are around me, you remind me my purpose. The lines of my presence are exotic to you, that suddenly you felt that I was that missing puzzle piece. My codes are from the land I was born on. I am here to reach the top of artificial mountain you built for me.
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