when I look at you
as I do
i see questions in your eyes

your lips move with sounds
in a foreign language

I do not know
are we living,
you and i
on uneven days,
each with our own story

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your cold, thin fingers
grab my hand, and i wonder

do you want to feel me
do you want to see me
or are you stilll
looking at yourself

surrounded by a fragile world
captured by your restless mind