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I could see a piece of paper lying on a broken table.

Pieces of tape lay on the paper,
They stuck together on the script.
While it happened a little later,
They still somehow click.

A crack was slowly yet surely
Sealed.
They got up hesitantly yet assuredly
In the field
Of a dark hem.

Something has reappeared.
It was something I couldn't see long ago.

It's close to me.

A red piece of something sheared,
It's no longer dissolved in the dark.

Bright colours consumed the dark — a path is cleared.
The yearness for each other develops a new spark.

Much is needed to be said,
But perhaps a few sentences
Can clear the long path ahead.

I fall in the shadow.

I listen to the dark.

I

can

see

it.



I

can

see

the

meaning.



The noise is pleasurable,
It stops when I need it to.
















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