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  • Anima

    Her hair a flow of gold
    Woven to the now
    Crowns twin ocean spheres
    Her Joy a dance of the moment
    Cursed reminder of my atrophy

    This introversion, a leaden mask
    Suffocating, death before death
    Breaks in this isolation
    Let the barbed realisations flow

    Her dance of joy a life in the moment lived
    Draws me like a parasite to flame
    Carrying this infection, high strangeness
    In my veins
    A leprosy betrayed by the eyes
    Her life I could never know

  • #2
    Great movement evoked by these word choices!

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