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I don't know.
I have 13 again.
She never stops shining completely:
doesn't merge with the night fully:
glows softly:
if we fell asleep together in the biosphere:
all the sunflowers would turn their faces to us:
She never closes her eyes: and winks very slowly:
if we would conspired tomorrow: she would confirm it: with such a leisure wink:
I would take a close look at it: maybe I would be saturated finally:
then she would give me her always warm hand: which can germinate the grain:
just like yesterday: when she went out - I should told her -
"don't go there Oreéne:"
I touched her in the back on her neck:
"don't go there:"
I said - but I should have said: "I'm afraid of darkness:
I'm terrified of the dark - unimaginable - right?
because: it is almost always a night here: at most an evening:
and I love you Reé:
it happened when you entered to the irrigation
the light was dusting there: the rainbows raining around your body:
and you was still winking."
But I didn't say it: and 
even if I said it:
you would turn again:
with your mild unsmile:
also quietly: you would devoted me your fingers for a moment,
and in the same way: you would disappear again:
out there:
in the dark


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