Nothing in vain
In the space between you and me
In the silence, a scream
The yes and the no

Here then
That the piece of me
That is only yours
Is an intent without
Much intention

When I see you
Looking at me like that
Seeing in me
What I see in you

What reason
Is there to measure the vastness of thirst
If sense yields
To sensation

Illusion
Is the garment that
Makes you turn back
That envelops me and pours
Affection and eagerness

When I see you
Looking at me like that
Seeing in me
What I see in you

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