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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]

Thank you so much. As you can see, it is a very old poem, so don't you worry about me...;)