I was there trying to reach you,
I will be there trying to reach you,
I might try some words, but also some silence,
I might try looking at you, I might try closing my eyes when you pass by,
But you know I will be trying to reach you, there is nothing else.
Secret, everything will be secret.
I know you are there, here.
You should know I am here, there.
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