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there were so many words confided

that at certain times it felt as there was nothing more

to add to your excitement about me.

i prayed for us both to get stuck in there.

and so much getting used and really used for nothing but

us, bare-headed on rugs when gods leave the temple,

our rooms, off the fourth floors and outside, in the street,

they run naked, aliens to the whole traffic and people that work or shop or maybe return home

in their cars...those people whose eyes we fear, whom we are just looking forward to become...

i have a lot of words that remind me of you, in fact, i have a whole language to forget...just for God\'s sake.

hey there, wie geht es dir?