156 I am a cripple -- I depend on you: upon your eyes -- To see, upon your ears -- to hear, upon your legs -- to walk, Upon your tongue -- to talk, upon your hands -- to touch and hold, Upon your might -- to know the sense of day, the scent of night. I am a freak -- I cherish my dependence, I don't want To heal. I'm fond of helplessness, I'm joyful of despair. I feed on my confusion, on my urge to have your hands, My thirst for sounds and images inside your eyes and throat.


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