January 9, 2013

Bones are breaking
You can see the the rifts disseminating in the mirror

But in this city there is too much fog for living. And your skin smells lovely like Camelia.
Is you coffee warm enough?
                                                  - No, I just want to rest.
And your eyes are red. And your face is pale.

And yet I didn't recollect faded photographs.
                                             You have a magnificent iris when you don't gaze.
And I am just flesh.

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