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My skin is a glove that you wear without knowing

So that I and no other will read you

Your hand gives me, why is my face a shadow?

A shadow why do you close your eyes?

But a room finally

The taste of your breath to remember

Some things are smoke and my lungs

Ache, ache and will not be eased

The air pretends we are not there

That is our conquest

But a room finally

The taste of your breath to remember

Secrets of a body just so

There is no taste, no fruit in the world

Unimaginable or with saviour

I deny nothing

Water is never still and we are

Cupped within a glass

Each night a small part

Scrambles into the air, somewhere away raining

But a room finally

The taste of your breath to remember

Secrets of a body just so

There is no taste, no fruit in the world

Unimaginable or with saviour

I deny nothing

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