I still look for you
I miss you all the time
Listening with attention
in the silence
One's small sadness
And sweet joys
I'm reflecting of the
Events of the day and night
To stand up again
Before the wall
Silent loneliness
Closed somewhere
There, in the center
Of my being
Deaf to words
An insecure nobody
Wanting nothing
Abstract from the world
Perfect and beautiful
In one's hopes
On self annihilation.
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