Over the brief crossing of two silhouettes
the calmness of the one who shall die first.
Depths in the fruit’s skin.
A tacit movement at the shadow.
Courage as a punishment,
obligation turned into desire.
I’m not afraid of hollowness.
It’s a pile of air
The fire you watched…
Only the weight of time creates a deaf heartbeat in my brain.
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Beautiful thank you 🕯