I wash my soul of joy in a harsh bath, no curtains, exposed, and squeeze the sponge against my chest trying to remove the grime of deception and falsehood.
Wipe my body 6 days and irrigation with a single truth honey. Therefore, I begin to take root and the stronger I get, the more I think, more sensitive I am.
I'm doing my own exodus looking further north with the help of the only compass that will lead to infinity.
Leo
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