Who told you that
I am here,
I am at the edge of sharp shadow.
The evening rolls itself
On the surface of my
Chanting chest,
I breath times to time,
Nobody observed it-
The pain, the pain of moment,
Moments after moment.
I never told you,
I can see you
In the dark,
In the dark nothing is conspicuous.
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