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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
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between   burning   close   combustion   edge   fire   flame   flesh   light   longer   nevermore   return   time

Ephemeral Essence

O you, ethereal presence who comes when the light fades
With misty gaze and voice like a murmur of twilight
Do not depart yet - I beg you, remain -
For every moment with you exhales a divine essence

The night, that lady of infinite veils
Has not yet whispered her final requiem
And my heart, captive and distressed
Struggles in longing, in an abyssal cry

Stay, sweet shadow clothed in fle...

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absence   essence   ethereal   flesh   gaze   lamp   madness   refuge   struggles   voice   winters   word

Resistance

I walked, the road was only mine
And the weight of the world beat on my flesh
The pain was only the shadow of what I am not
Yet still, I went

Life dragged me, with no questions, no answers
It was a thread in the wind, it was a nameless gesture
The strength I seek does not come from the hands
It comes from the abyss that dwells in the chest
It comes from the void that fills and consumes

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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
In words th...

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answers   body   devours   divan   face   fades   flame   flesh   fog   mirror   myself   never   silent   under

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