She is in the room where I am not And moves against the living mind So that I’ll never see her veil again. Since one will, with great sadness, Circulate as a metaphor Between worlds parallel, Please find some cruel words For such a necessary bet : Past perfect, future imperfect. Past, where you belong, Future, to where we run, Ever falling over ourselves.
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