Let's not court silence
It's not outside us
When the desires subside
It appears quietly like the moon
We have diappeared from places
We have not been to again
The body vanishes little by little
Starting from hair to the ovaries
Death is a kind of disappearing
An absence where we have been
We will be found by those
Who have lost us as we will those
We have lost ourselves.
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