In French, there is this word Poisson, (read as pwah-sohn), which means "fish".
No, no. Not fish. There's no fish here. It's Statistics.
X~ Poi ( λ)
Heavy books. Heavier eyelids.
Even heavier heart.
I wonder.
A pack of cold rice, untouched.
I'm yearning for the untouchable now. Too bad.
Left with my right atrium and right ventricle. But they're still beating. These troubled heartbeats of mine.
I heard a sound from home just now.
Not a sound from beyond. No music to my ears, as you always say.
Have I ever told you?
Te extrano mucho mucho.
Buenas noche, carino.
Te extrano mucho mucho.
Buenas noche, carino.
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