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The Divan
I look at myself, and see the abyss
In the mirror, where time slips away
And the cruel emptiness takes me whole
Like a distant echo that life betrays
What is pain, if not a flame
That burns without being explained?
It is a torment that is not mine
But invades me, devours me under the moonlight
The divan calls me, but what is the divan
If not a well, where the soul is lost
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Thursday 23rd January 2025 4:42 am
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