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Allaround me, an endless realm
                   But
In you I see me.
Reminiscences.  Art.  Love
In the midst of all this

           Let me know

  If I, or you can
           Probably if possible

To rewrite the stars

     With Orion's inkhorn
Love is beautiful
Till then is to let go.
    Breathing from the icelake
         I spend my exile
From times to time
    Breathing from the ice lair
Inhaling memories.
Memories of flashes
Here and there
   Your hand here, now
  No where
   Memories, bruises,
A cut here
A cut there
Leaves me wandering
From ray to ray
Drowned in  seaful memory
Sad memories

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