Function

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Function

The odor of your skin still in my nostrils. We met each other again with a series of unknown x in between us. You had forgotten , time ago, the dependence-relation of your y. Therefore, (due to descending memory) the combination of the xy gene for our roots' gender determination remained uncompleted.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

mvp499’s Poems (4)

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