The gloves we carry
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The light coming from us
The memory of my body
The memory of tomorrow
The organic world grew above the walls
The shadows we left to touch
The silence was speaking
The sound of the wind
The space we move to
The sun I linger to
The walls did not go thru
The walls were dancing
The walls were for the sun
The walls, the doors, and nothing
The world we made for ourself
The world were poems
They came to us
They danced in the absence of wind
They existed together
