the shadow of your eyes
casts a thin blue line
on the surface of my thoughts
a German wine massages
the half opened palate
a day and an age of the million of my lives
rolled with a professional opinion
the emptinesses howled all full of
scream of the glued together lips
a feather between the chair and the ceiling
and my undercovered consciousness
I burn for you
with the unspoken words
and I am afraid to blink
in fear you may disappear
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