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What there is

Those eyes

Are they human

I'm lost

In freedom

You look at me like I'm naked

You don't see

My body



The echo

Rings sourly

Your hands


My soul


Will it ever come back

I ask

As your shadow disappears

Only no one knows

Such are the remains



The confusions they leapt from

A tourniquet on the heart


Feels unfinished 

But leaves its imprint

To go nowhere

That is what there is

Words written February 2019

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