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[floatingleaf]

right behind the glass door of my polite withdrawal
you're dying for another woman

I'm standing nearby, watching
carefully wiping my tears away
so their salt wouldn't reach
your wounded heart

winter 1998/99

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[floatingleaf.livejournal.com]

Do I know the story behind it?

Of course you do. You know the stories behind all my poems.:)

I wonder how it sounds in our mother tongue.

I will email you the original version.

Btw, I just got your postcard from Egypt. Thanks! :)

[ptychu.livejournal.com]

So where's the poem? Can't wait! :o)

[floatingleaf.livejournal.com]

Soon. Patience, please.;D