Rhythm
I am naked of you,
once again unclothed by love
unfurnished
I know everything of nothing.
In sympathy of tears
the air gives up its water
Hydrogen
You separate the oxygen.
Locked in cycles
we hold our own truth
pulsating
we pass through aeons.
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