Turn over
Lets burn down all the bridges
lets drown deep
in the torrent
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Ah xxxxx
there is a warm place
in my body
it is water
...
Behind opaque windows, above all reflection.
It matters not where the night abandons you, day after day.
We all offer our understood confessions
You, my forgiveness for having not found all this sooner.
...
There is silver across my eyes
Spread like a chain
I lay my face against the colour of a tree
In the midst of a thousand swans
...
I want you to say
something more
something pure
something external
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We bled for each other
in our dark corolla
we opened ourselves to
a golden sweetness
...
Let trees in Autumn
speak of renewal
melting their golden sap
leaves turning like a fox in the night
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In the golden fawn of your eyes
I see the souls of a thousand young deer
I hear the sounds of their soft hooves on the earth
I see ravens against the sun
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