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magic words escape
my mouth, they , I, touch your lips
they cannot be bound
I tell you the truth
then I fear the end of time
unblinking coldness
Out of Hubris
a thoughtless black avoids
misan- or entropy?
Haiku, senryu
no poetic katana
but thousands of cuts
go to bed to sleep
in another universe
intertwined with me
With stifled tightened lips
we swap an icy bitter silence

— The End —