among the ruins of words
that escaped our thoughts,
of scars that found its way
through the cracks of oblivion,
among the night clouds
drifting silently, writhing in
the vines of agony our tears
drip through ancient hues
among the unquenchable rays
of the sun, my hands seek
the forbidden, an angle and a truth
among ripples of the stricken
desire, this fire bends and begs
for one more revolution.
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