I have loved before,
but from love I know no more
than you do.
I guess that makes us children
and therefore
they cannot blame us for
the euphoria
of an utopia
made of slow dances,
sounds and stolen glances
that everyone deserves.
And while it doesn't come
out of the foggy dream
to make us women,
all I have are my steem
and this poem to offer to you...
13/03/2019
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