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I don't know what I demand
maybe that when I've run out of words
you will understand anyway

and that I shouldn't have to bathe in holy water
to cleanse my soul

that you will dare come so close
that you taste my blood
to prove you're not frightened
of me
or of the nearness to my life and death

that you will be so close to me
that I don't know if it's your
or my breaths I breathe

and when my endurance is forfeit
when I shout, swear and struggle
and deserve to be spat on
	that you will hold me
even harder and tighter
and lift me, carry me
until I regain the strength to walk the steps on my own

I don't know what I demand
I only know that I can't stand
to live next to someone
who doesn't see me