I want my words to follow the horizon
I want to be the sky, and my being never leave
I want my thoughts to fill a room,
not cheap talk and cheap perfume
I want my scars to be shown, to be open
Without intimidation
I want my desires to unravel
Like your silk scarf made in China
I want to shout hello
And be greeted by my echo
I want to be alone and not be lonely,
The best sorta company.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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