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In my room
I wait for you in my room.
I lost something.
When I was in the world open, I saw you.
I breathed the hell of the descentment
while I was smiling,
flowing through the heat
of the sun & time.
I went crazy with love
dipping my hands in the hot wax,
and then my whole body,
laughing about it.
When I come into my room,
I wait for you,
and I find myself.
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