I have never excisted, yet I have a body
I am not here, yet you feel me, heavily. Like a scent that stays in the nostrils.
I am a fluid, transcending in every step.
I walk backwards, always one step ahead.
I transform, I am what you want me to be
Once I was a child, in many ways I still am.
In many ways I have never been a child, and therefore I will stay one.
I live beside, along the shadow border
I am the gatekeeper
I am not a woman
I am not a man
I am at well for nurturing
I am a transit
I am the one you travel through
I am close, with at static desire to move closer
I am shy, yet confronting
A constant
A heavy heart, with soft eyes
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