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Salt between thumb and nail
I feel pain
But the world witnesses
Numb
It cries
But at white noise
and a black framed glow
No longer we pass through living curtains
Hugs are taken by unsurity
Too hard I sense the floor beneath
It buckles when I do
Tired when I am
I am left standing
Tied by red wool in a Japanese hand
I am sooo white in this landscape
That I often wonder… “whose legs…I am
looking at??”
There are millions of smiles here
I just forgot the words
Allocated to them
I am fine!
Things are going well
Do not fear
It’s always a mixture with me
A concoction of admiration, love and
confusion
Thirty years now, this won’t end… I am
But my ribs meet each other
The lack of space is a sign
All is well
Sorry for the pain
Sorry for the …. Far
