the body
senses your
ambivalence
the skin is
a radar
eyes telescopic
the usual lens
of the soul
something in you
bothers me
in trusting myself
i shy away
i cannot say it
but i know it
somehow there is
something beyond me
i open the door
again to step outside
us
the field is greener
the air fresher
this is my freedom
i found it
without you i sit
there. i breathe.
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