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Ио Ланта
She was born since he left
Every morning again
With her memory erased
Breathing in vain

There was silence outside her
Silence inside
But he talked to her spirit
Every day every night

When he saw her at last
He built a palace of words
To scrape vanity rust
To save her from her thoughts

Let her walk as before
Without touching the earth
He was long looking for
Their miracle’s birth

17 February 2020