29 I cannot break today the glass of silence. I want to touch the surface of the glass. I want to trace your question marks of eyes. I want to map an island of your mouth. I cannot steal the relic of your elbows -- I want to sail to you from my afar, When you're so close to me behind the glass. I want to trace your eyes of silent questions. When I'm so far from you behind the silence, I want to reach the treasure of your arms. Because with words I cannot break the glass -- I learn the silent language of your island.


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