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I can't

The demand of hearing your own voice amongst empty walls
The lonely walk throughout the eternal night of a worn out soul
The blind fall in the bottomless chasm of controlled sadness
Where are you going?

I can't break into your voluntary loneliness

I'm not able to offer you any kind of light
I'm outside, hoping my raucous voice can reach you down there
My hands still await for yours to drag you out of this hole
Where are you going?

I can't touch you if you don't mean to be touched

© 2005 Eduardo Magela Rodrigues

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