through a
mirror of ice
sunset
rolling afar
there is
much to the known
as there
is to the heart
taking
part in a gambit
of
mischievous dice
rolling
over again
and again
and again
on the
floor where she lies
where she
cries
little is
a peculiar
bed
crawling
under the window
yes, we
can seal
in a silly
bouquet
all the
arms we've rejected
all the
throats missing hands
you and
her in the foreground
me and you
never
friends
3rd
June 2018, Constanta, Romania
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