Solitude was still unknown to me.
It was there.
I understand that.
That might have lasted.
That was one year ago.
One must ask oneself
whether light becomes
the inviolable silence
I always maintain.
Women should not let lovers
hide the love.
I know this,
Wild love
ending here.
Alone.
(for me) forever.
Total solitude is a book,
echo secret,
deserted Calcutta.
My only true destitute.
We've always known this.
I still can be lost,
alone and free,
forget myself.
And strangest of all
wild.
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