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Close to the fire
I'm on the edge of myself,
where skin is not enough
and desire spreads
like a nameless flame.
On your body - a mirror of absence -
I search for myself:
a burning instant
between now and nevermore.
The flesh longs for verb,
but all is silence
when I touch you with my soul.
I am a lit shadow,
I am a blind word,
wanting you
where you no longer are.
And in the dark of the room
...
Monday 26th May 2025 4:49 am

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