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Still (Free verse) by half.italian I am building a home of glass.
The memories are scarce,
but feelings remain like blinking fate.
You are strength in beauty.
Right and left combined to smart and correct tastes.
I remember the Eiffel Tower,
proper in all of its proportions.
I remember the music in us.
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