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sometimes i think there is another woman inside of me
and she suffers.
all the happiness and plenitude in my life mean nothing to her.
she suffers and she cries for she needs to find her love.

she tells me he suffers as well.
she says he claims and prays and cries out our names so maybe we follow the sound...

yes i know! i know how he smells like and the sound of his voice
i know his eyes and his hands
but his face is unclear.

she makes me wait for him at the door with the heaviest weight on my shoulders.
it's like he is running towards me and i can even hear his steps.

we are both lost in this sharp emptiness.

and we are here.
i am here
stuck at this door
tears in my eyes
wondering where?
wondering why?
why does she need me to cry her tears?
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