The pass
I don’t know how to touch me.
There is no certain road to get here.
Always.
I am not brave enough to touch me.
To touch me is something which seems to be useless.
Devoting this time for useless, invisible darkness is a way to peace.
Something useless can always be a pass to the peace, which is my body.
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