As the shadows fearing light
Opaque colors painting still life
Words as weapons
Sharpened their blade
On the lips of the heart
The end - a transparent dusk
hungry words
groping thin air
If you turn to me
the disconsolate face of loneliness
will offer suture for your sadness
every whisper as a burden
takes me deeper
beyond heavens
never expected your love to be
so cold
so colorless
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