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loneliness made

From here on I'll have time for evening
forget, or

to kill me all the time in a memory.

From here to evening hours will be
Spring

composed of solitude as if it were true that you were and you
time does not add up. A thought

shaped
you move, like wind,
the branches and leaves.

in Start, in the eternal distance,

while I watch you go, just to survive,

me
only to me in the silence of stone


and where water
return.