Who Am I
since a man who is so far
That I am not sure if he isn't
The fruit of my imagination... One
Thousand and one nights in a harem
Of myself ... who have I met?
Forty eight different women
What are they in fact? Are they all myself?
Have I loved them?
Not at all
Have I escaped them?
Maybe.. A small
Piece of hope I just hold on
You accept me all along
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