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love poem
In the dyeing night air
within your broken statue
the heart echoes against the sound of mourning....
sadness never seemed so desirable
winter
locking us behind the gates
fire in your bedroom
lilies covered in snow
you trace your finger on my lips and linger
to horses footfall
unravelling my velvet dress
torment of wanting
feeling shattered waiting for your delicacy
breath on black skin
hair falling down my spine gathering light to see the pale
dusk reflected in your eyes
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