Monday, August 23, 2004


You are standing right in front of me, but I can’t reach you.

When I try to hug you, you have hard edges.

I try to press myself against you, but your wall prevents this.

I strip myself away in order to shed some layers between us.

It doesn’t help, for now I am naked before you in your brick house.

I throw stones to break your box, but it only gets thicker.

I try hugging you again, but your sharp edges cut me.

Getting to know you is like a cold burn.

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