i opened his drawn window:
in each curtain a seashell
in each image
my worded life
i looked out,
saw him seeing me within
and thought
how can one who does not know me by heart
know the colours it is made of?
..
(ruela, in a seashell)
....
(because i don't know,
i really don't know
the words to.
....
thank you.)
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