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words i only lived

I miss you like the

river misses shoreline as it r

uns away from mouth and into feet

walking where lips denounce



I miss you like the

Panda bear I never won

At the carnival I never went to

When the gate was too low


I miss you like the

Sad sappy poem this is

The sad sappy poems

We neurally write but never send



I miss you like the

Words lost to memory

Floating , detached, there

But always the tip and never soiled




I miss you like the

Sail misses warm wind

My ship sails well enough

But my people are freezing



I miss your startled eyes

I miss your eager ears

I miss your open mouth and mind

your hand covered laughing face

I can only let longing leave a trace

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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo