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Poet Katherine Cabrera presents Recycling Words, in which she highlights the complicity of the mind and simplicity of the world. This collection is the scapegoat of the mind to the soul, a passionately compelling journey of words connecting spirituality and mind, yielding self-discovery. Fantasizing You belong to me and our love already exist, Your mind is not aware. Your lips warmly touched mine, Your eyes carefully search for truth, It all exists in the present and past. Our arms soar across the sky. Limitless we live. Our beliefs, our wishes, unite in a web smothering each other, noticing…mehr

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Poet Katherine Cabrera presents Recycling Words, in which she highlights the complicity of the mind and simplicity of the world. This collection is the scapegoat of the mind to the soul, a passionately compelling journey of words connecting spirituality and mind, yielding self-discovery. Fantasizing You belong to me and our love already exist, Your mind is not aware. Your lips warmly touched mine, Your eyes carefully search for truth, It all exists in the present and past. Our arms soar across the sky. Limitless we live. Our beliefs, our wishes, unite in a web smothering each other, noticing the similarities. I've already tasted you. Your sweet skin searches for the bitterness of mine, Your tender fingertips wrap my body and hesitantly proclaim ownership. My nose has already discovered your scent, My heart already recognizes your voice; your love. It has all been discovered. Open your eyes. My body already begs for you, as your body anxiously wants mine. Open your eyes. You've already fallen in love, You've already existed in all my memories; as I do in yours. Your mind craves my uncertainties, Your arms search for my insecurities, Your heart roams through my pain. You've already existed in my life as I continue to exist in yours. Your mind cannot leave me; your heart grows inquisitive of mine. You cannot live without me. Open your eyes; all that you see is not a fantasy.