If you come to me
Just for once,
I will show you
Each
And
Every
Alphabet
Of your letters to me,
Preserved as a history
Of mine, written on a tomb.
But I cannot show
You
The tears flown down,
The sleepless nights,
The hallucinations,
The emotions
And
The desires,
I suppressed
And
The probable
Offspring,
Flown into the gutters,
Remembering you,
And finding your womb.
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