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    The document appears to be a collection of fragmented thoughts, phrases, and musings about love, life, and relationships. Some key themes that emerge include pondering the nature of happiness and security in a relationship, fears of inadequacy and not meeting expectations, and the desire to find meaning and motivation in life. References are made to conversations, doubts, mistakes and condemnation from a partner or loved one.

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    Ah, baby!

    You are beautiful and crunchy and…

    I see your vanes they shine with tears.


    I smell your hands they search for peace.

    Ah, baby, life…

    Dance to the music


    chew on nothing
    step hard
    on your heals, baby.

    I pour myself in front of you


    I kiss you.

    The black of your well


    may it always remain so.
    (Order is so boring!)

    And you, baby...


    Ah, you…

    I search to find to get up to cross this bar to buy you a drink something.
    I wonder what you 're drinking.

    Not today.

    Tomorrow.

    I 'll get up (?).

    And you, baby,


    there pretty waiting.
    Your thighs plump
    your tits glorious.

    Ah, baby!
    How do I cross infinity?
    patience
    to pass
    I am patient.
    Patience.

    I smooth the feelings


    I place the thoughts

    Bla-bla-bla conversations
    Perfect clothes
    Dull fuck "Common! Getting going."

    (you)
    Chop wood in the open air (you)
    the purity of the beast (you)
    the stare of the byers (I) "But we are so ridiculous!"

    And you chop wood.

    "You bastard!" I scream.

    (You know why).

    2
    I know what you want.

    Years and years with you


    I've memorized lists and lists of desires
    clear, definite, age long.

    I know what you want.


    "Roula was married". The reminder.

    The possibility of a baby is pulsating in my belly


    from the first drop
    of blood
    on the white panty or from the first
    fuck
    (I 'm sorry, the first love, I should have said).

    "The only road to happiness"


    you warn me. "Especially for a woman".

    Years away from you and yet undefeated


    the terror
    of the unborn
    baby
    the agony of it's no-existence
    your conviction of my inadequacy without
    despite all the hurrah of my accomplishments.

    "You 're thirty". The threat.

    I hate it.
    I hate it's plastic need.
    I hate your conviction of the only happiness.
    I hate the fear of my doubt of my/your mistake (?).
    I hate. And shake.
    I shake at the possible grabbing of the tried out security.
    I hate… oops… I hope you ´re not hearing this.
    Your condemnation would be final.

    3
    unable
    the feet to leave
    prints on the sand.

    I fear that I am not.


    I fear that not.
    I am.

    I lick
    grease the sole

    (is that what's missing?)

    I grease with come


    that?

    Blood sweat tear


    any I can wet birth of my body

    that? that? that? that? that?

    I fear that I am not.

    "What are you thinking about?" you ask.

    The goddess was chewing leaves.


    I've seven years left.

    I laugh bright red.

    I lean on the bar.

    I 'm getting drunk. "One more fuck!" I ask of you.

    Motive. Always. To life.


    Especially with you.
    AlwaysLife.

    "Turn up the volume!"

    alwaysLIFE

    4
    When she died her face lit up.

    "So beautiful", they were saying, "she'll take someone along."

    "Shut your trap", I clenched, but they insisted.

    We buried her quietly. There was no blood; not at all.

    They went to sleep. Secure


    in their bed souls
    souls breaths
    I filled up my basket
    breaths I filled up silences
    to fulfill the prophecy. Blood
    there was
    none.

    5
    Our love is fed
    not only by the hug
    but also
    by the morning coffee
    the wrinkled newspaper
    the socks (they smell like feet) by the bed.
    It is fed
    by the crumbs on the table after lunch
    the clothes to be ironed
    the weekly TV guide.

    Don't rush.

    Our love is not bad.


    It is common.
    It suits us.

    "Come here, my love. Don´t listen to them."

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