Zywa
Keep seeing who I am
Between pain and numbness
there are faces
at my bedside
and memories
still understandable
but accompanied by chances
that dropped out, and mistakes
unsatisfactorily explicable
They change over time
also the fondest, with sex
the feast and the beauty
of my body
charming and fertile
holy by nature
Hold me, touch me
keep seeing who I am
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