there is a place
where i cannot take you
i live there
and everyday i see what my life
is there
when you see it
i know what you shall feel
do not follow me
the door is
too personal
it only opens for me
but not for you
i like to take you there
but the room
takes only my body
there is no sun there
not even the moon
stars fall on the floor
flowers are my pillows
a blanket of grass
an ocean of dreams
the night is my mother
that lulls me to sleep
i have no company there
but only
the memory of you and
i.
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