I sometimes wonder where
the first line will lead..
I wonder where I will
find You
in the middle of writing
if You'll appear in
the clearness
of words
without the clamor
of human things
I write the surfaces
and I get into deeper
layers and
there throbs unsettling pain
I thought I was afraid to mention
that in this moment
I am bare, exposed to You
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