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I hear it
I hear as you chase her
- she has more and more skirts (as time run)
ever more often get you close tears
- your biting peer
I hear how you want to catch her
and right here: you make small onions from childhood bruises:

I envy you -
I can't to jab her in piano:
but I let my nails to grow like an animal -
maybe my fingertips will be pregnant with some little melody

(I thought the fingers are playing through the palms
but: the stubbornness makes push ups on knuckles)