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Waterfalls circle the purple mirror, inside foggy shadows
Your visage, so small, so fragile, reflects itself into the clear dew
Another morning has arrived, with longing, without anything new
Dusty trails that lead to the same house, even if everything changes
And nothing ever stays the same

Brick layers shine and glitter inside your burning brain cells
Love has never been more savage, more bitter, more addictive
I forgot all prayers directed to the icy wisdom of his purity,
And replaced them with a litany of sober dignity, more like a bow,
More like a chant, faithful reminder of serene, infinite sky.

His mouth, tasting like moist soil, melted into a dying smile.

Dusty trails that lead to the same house, even if everything changes
And nothing ever stays the same.

9.03.2017