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This him could be you.

The one who, day by day, enfolds my soul more open.

Letting my mind grow anxious for being exposed to a world it has never imagined.

Would you define my thoughts absurd,

if I told they find resemblance to this feeling from a situation where my body lies on the sidewalk, uncovered and split open, so that seagulls can tear guts and entrails from the inside of my carcass.