inside that big space
you undress yourself
and remove
what you have
what you wear
what you
hold
you dropp them
all
for they are not yours
not even
your parts
you let them
all fall from
you
you leave them
in the space
reserved for them
clothes, underwear
skin, secrets
regrets,
even hope
you leave them
like sleepers
by the door
and then through
the cold wind
you must go
and not look back
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