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I cannot grasp of what I think or feel or what I mean I only talk in riddles can only act in dreams a shattered mirror limits me to sidelong views at best and though I long for further glances longing’s all I get. I cannot hold a moment without it burning hot and all I hear when listening is what the truth is not no traces left to follow the paths are all but lost and so I sit with shards of memories smoking in the frost