I write and I write
When you appear.
I write then
In incessant rain
In sun
On clouds
Floating in sky.
I write and I write
With love
From the core of
My body and hearts.
I think and I write
With no ending,
Ask not any question.
I write and I write
With cuts, burns.
And I write
With no specific reasons.
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