My steps drew near the “form” locked, erect and focussed
Every staggering step reflected the shivers of a different soul
Cold, lazer penetrated, but certainly supported, magnetized,
monopolized by the air of difference
A different kind of difference; organised and purposeful
I pretended to ignore the realness, sever again severed strings, tug again at strands of pre- combed hair, scrub walls that linger the stain of pungent memory
Then to reality again, I moved... once again ...taking with me his silhouette
I wouldn’t forget....I promised myself...to record this moment
I wouldn’t ignore....I scolded myself, what contributes to my liberty
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