A cova do congro

Poema de amor

Unfold a hand
Look your fingers
Now let your fingers
Scrape your eyes
And notice :
...There are no fingers if your eyes don't see them
.....and if not scrapen by fingers
...there are no eyes

I don't exist
If you don't think of me

James L. Oxford. (Love poem to the universe)

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