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My version of you



I think

and thoughts meddle

in my thinking

when I have visions of you

those visions I envisage

are uniquely mine

you will not relate to those truths

So I don't transfer them

In your delicate, uncluttered mind

 

I can't imagine how you process

Your thoughts of me

From the signs I see

From my naive disposition

I see a template of acceptance,

some uncanny space of joy

that I perceive in your laughter

makes me get more reasons

to think of you

 

A friend says

that one can't intellectualize relationships

Am I doing it?

I do not know

I just let myself loose completely

As freely as I can

In a calm sense of being

A terse emptiness in knowing

I belong

It may all be momentary satiation of small desires

Yet I want to think of you more

I do not have any version of you

I have tried to empty my mind

And in this vacuum of dichotomous ideas

All I see is you



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