Taking off the clothes.
In the mist
I see a body that wasn't there before
Coming out of the sea in the mirror
Into another kind of solitude.
You say:
My life is a mask on my back
That I have never seen.
Wash my body tonight.
Let me drink its colors.
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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
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