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Wanted to have it here as well

Posted by Claudia Moser on 7:22 PM
I

Closer than each breath,
For you I look everywhere:
Where are you hiding?

II

Here I mourn and fast
Yet behind the veil my love
Waits for me, naked.

III

Possessing you, I
Shall not be me but you -
Who will then be I?

IV

To express my love
In seventeen syllables?
Too few! Too many.

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