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  • Friedrichshain: On the balcony, you and I are standing naked, after a scorching shower, our skins feel melted and warm, silky, it is late but there are boys, boys, across the street, in the park, they are drinking beer, and smoking, the trains have stopped but the train station, Ostbahnhof, is lit, this glass palace, bright and silver, like the moon, tonight, we went dancing, my legs are tired now, I put my head on your shoulder, I nuzzle your ear, I hold you tight, I don’t want the dawn to unmask this moment, I want it to stay dark, because in the darkness, there is room for us to become bigger, taller, like those slender pine trees, where we walked around the lake, in the Tiergarten, there was a rowboat, and we rowed, the lapping of the water, the drowsy light, the rhythm of the oar, yes, I still remember, yes, the story you shared about your father, abandoning you and your mother, you were only five year old, and then at six, you were placed in an orphanage, your father, falsely, maliciously accusing your mother of child abuse, for a year, the woman fought, to gain you back, for a year, you were in that orphan hell, where to punish you for peeing in your bed, they would lock you in the janitor closet, for hours, the smell of peroxide, a shaggy mop, and an old mirror, in which you could see your anger magnified, becoming grotesque, how long did they keep you there, baby, oh baby, i wish I could hold you then, to soothe that little boy, that frightened child, I would hold him, like I am holding you now, don’t worry, it will be all right, I promise, there is more to the world than this moldy closet, there is love, and, i promise, it will find you, like it found us.
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