(re-done re done)
I miss you when I wash
dishes The palate ceramic
awaits the taste of foam The moon
beautiful using
the word makes it more
meaningful I am
haggling with what I am
afraid of Is this
a journal or a letter We are not (all)
IN IT
together but take me
I am here and my ears are open
I miss you when I wash
dishes My mind can
only open to
that Place
leave me I want to be
inside my complete
self We do all things
together even
when you don’t realize it and I
don’t too but being there
we are both there somehow
I feel it Too big to die
These many hands do so
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