Will you understand?
I do not understand this divide between in and out, internal and external
Beauty, you see, is hearing the colour of birdsong
Love knows no ownership
The ghostly stride of the wolf is mine not hers; yours not mine
Speak to me not of what you know,
But bathe me in soft whispers of your mysteries
What part of me is just me?
What part of me existed before me?
What part of me is you?
What parts of me and you are carried by us all?
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