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Aged Mirrors (79)

Evening's desert.
The only sea left
Is the sea in my glass,
The fish of my sadness


Twilight.
I touch the skin of the air,
The lips of the murmur.
Slowly
They fill my hand with quiet.


Inside us: lonely evening.
No one left
To protect us from ourselves.




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