you walk the line
and in the dark of the night you turn into an ocean
into a taifun
storming
taking me all the way
sweeping the remains of complaints away
in a whirl wind
and the morning is strange
as if returning from the forbidden city
no water no more
only dry hard wall
leaving
a question mark
how much of care has become
whatever again
steps back
steps forth
i can't tell
did you mean me
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