I'm a yellow girl, a pseudo-pianist, drawing's lover, admirer of photographs.
If I find in myself
desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude
that I, I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best
only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude
when to where I'm destined I'm compared.
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