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I look for what I will never find

I look for the time I look for a long time

the grain of sand of my birth the sangs of the night the euphoria of repeated
shipwrecks

I try to retain what is leaking under my skin when my hand finds only
sleepy folds and confusion

my idle tangue words strewn vacant silhouette of the one I am looking for on
the seat