I am your shadow, chill on the grass,
A wordless echo who won't understand,
The perspiration that sticks to your cheeks
And reeks. What you want,
I won't let you have; I will stay with you
Like a foreign tongue, I will cover you like a tomb.
If you struggle, I am dumb -- already a corpse, already
An unflinching doll. Can you see my face?
There are strange tears dripping like glue,
Pursed lips guarding an unspeakable wish,
An expensive word.
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