it would be better
not to see you,
it would be better
not to cross, too:
if only rains of September
would pretend -
the door would slam
the day before month's end;
your hands
it would be better
not to touch,
your breath
it would be better
not to feel so much -
before meeting the Fate,
before it wasn't too late...
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