Poetica
Forget the world and the troubles therein.
Start to love the skin your in.
Only those who love themselves as the world itself.
Find themselves in a world that will love them back.
Forget the I whose story you lived so far.
Then the story wont be there no more.
When you begin to live again.
Many baddies will try to climb back in.
Love them indifferently and be at peace within.
Rain and Thunder only last a day.
When the clouds have gone away.
Everyone will have peace again.
Lots of love!
Yaca.
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