Space
THIS IS OUR ECHO
SAVAGE TONGUE
EYES BLURRY
TWINGED HEART
THE CIRCLE GAME
SILENCE LEAVES A SPACE
WITHIN US
THE UNKNOWING
WORDS FLOATING
FOGGING FEELINGS
WE REFER TO POLITENESS
KEEPING APPEARNCES
YET WE ARE A WHIRLWHIND
SWELTERING INSIDE.
FOR B, 2003
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