The Question
I come to live in your soul:
from thorny uncertainty.
and now I enter
no more to leave it,
the one who once stopped
has destroyed you.
It is I, my love,
But you i九_九_藏_書nsist
your life,
you must obey me,
I want you straight as
I enter your life:
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the one you were waiting for,
It is not tread.99csw•comhe ghost, it is not
You must open door to door,
at your window.
but to stay.
I have come back to you
but
on keeping a nook
understand me,
along all the r九*九*藏*書oads
so that I may search in them,
I knock down the door:
you must see how I walk
the sword or the road.
you cannot cope with me.
you must open your eyes
from eyes
read.99csw.comto feet, to toenails,all the brightness, which you kept.
The Question
love, love, love,
I am yours,
of shadow that I do not want.
who knocks at your dread.99csw•comoor.
Love, a question
with heavy steps
inside,
I love all of you,
I am your master,
My love,
Do not fear,
I am not the passenger or the beggar,
that, blind, were waiting for me.