withered at infinity,
waves driven by the high waves,
drowned in the shade,
my being confused,
I lost you there,
in the woods,
between the gates build our life,
dried up in the night as the grass,
and ivy rangte around the trees,
always anxious
they just barely to let them live,
and yet I hope one day you find there,
between the crumbling tombs of my memory.
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