this is the only
hiding place
a resting place
from so much
unrest
this is my refuge
away from
religion
this is my secret garden
away from pollution
i pee here
and i itch here
i undress myself
and you love it
i do not speak that
much i only write
you keep on hearing
and searching
we meet here
without seeing each other
we laugh
without hearing the laughter
and when we leave
we know
something is left
but we are not certain what it is
exactly
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