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Helia 4h
The anticipation of possibility in complete unknown

The sea of people I will not know

The lonely cold walk to the warms that might await me

When we are two, there is always something to share, a detail to remember together

When we are two, they are the outside and we are the inside

But I arrive here on a single point

I take no space, even in theory

Is there something to be missed about the inside?
Helia 2d
Do I choose to have the choice?
Do I put my reflection, at mercy of people I don't know
To discover once the same need in the eyes of another
Will I go round and round again?
Am I in it for the way, with no end to expect?
Or do I take a shield from the circle?
With your gaze, your arm on my shoulder, or your chest against mine,
.. with a promise that you withhold nothing for the next ten minutes?
Helia 3d
I give you my arms, and you give me your legs, he said

But more than anything, it was his tears he gave me

They were mine more than his

It was only me they listened to

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