faces are certainly ready …
no need of mirrors …
turn off the window-panes …
no need of reflected
nourishment here …
beneath the human air …
we are addicted to
profiles of darkness …
and light …
please … please …
do not compare
your face to mine...
urgent immediacy …
deposited here...
and naked …
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