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Fernando Pessoa

Your slender hands, somewhat pale and somewhat my own, / Lay perfectly still in your lap that day, / As the scissors and thimble of another girl might lie. / You sat there lost in thought, looking at me as into space. / (I remember this so as to have something to think about without… Continue reading Fernando Pessoa

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