| had i no eyes to know your form – had i no hands to know your touch – no mind to see your beauty, no tongue to say this much, |
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| your presence wanders across the landscape of my being, an explorer of my secrets, you follow me as i go fleeing |
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| no lips to receive your kisses, no arms to hold you tight, had i none of these things, you would still be day and night. |
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| to a country without men, to a place where we can’t know the suffering of the others, while our own suffering does not show. |
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