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whatever comes
to mind
is to lose
what i am
blind for
this time
still in changing
oppositely to my feelings
getting sick
every time
they notice
facts
now predict. 

a night

what a night

it was

so good to see you

seeing me

pillowed

against your skin

lost in the mess

which you bring

everytime

you leave.

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missing

as the kind of art

like a disappearing

comes back

once a while

lines begin to coincide

and soon after

a new composition

immensity of emotions

ties up

all sensations

changed into

a different level

of kind.

dreams

dreams
all without
a stable groundwork
constantly in dissolution
the insane piece
underlies
my matter
no longer gathered
but tends to
recalling
even in the mornings.

 

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too sad to even think
anything

i could lie
down
and no bound
more different
than these days
which i deny
displace is the only
direction.

sensation

so fragile
my skin feels
softness
the thin layer
covers my inside
with your thoughts
and warmth

i sense
when our hands
are touching
in need.