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Thoughts & Emotions she speaks to me through the hollowed glass
through the spaces between fine silk and linen
and leaves her red fingerprints on the doorways
to tell me where she's been,
though i know not where she's going.
i see her in the darkest moments before dawn
when she visits my windowsill
and smiles to remind why i even bother to get up
every morning
the sunlight streams
in waves
down the lines of her
silhouette.
this is how i know her
she is quiet
many do not see her, or even care to
and no one knows her the way i do
she is infinite
she has no boundaries
she is my inner inhibitions
she is me.
