People without the eye to eye with the light in their lives of quiet steps incompretos with wills and other hand can not hold people in bits and pieces of people still go see the path without leaving marks of a left foot or right by writing their lives not with hands but with attitudes live in a world incompreto a perfect soul of our being. the poet and loneliness
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