I am made up by the spaces.
By what I am not.
I just draw what I see
Like shadows
Or the space between two buildings
or the breath in the air
or the window pane.
Like the space between you
when your arms hold me
but your eyes show you're not.
Chopped off your hair and
you lost all your glory.
These brief moments,
the longing to disappear, disappears.
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