(in my imagination)
so one day
we sat by the bench
enjoying the temperature
and started to talked about
silly things
politics
science and ;
god.
"molecules distribute" she said
"and that was according to maxwell-boltzman"
"i dont like him, he's a jew"
i (tried) to joke
i laughed first at my own joke
but she only smirked
then i realized;
even if i'm born to paint
or handed with a sharpest pen
i could never draw
the beauty of her smirk that day.
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