like a corpse in resolution
floating over my mind
as a life without umbilical cord
Your hands and your teeth
like a creeping insect
tearing off my hair and my skin
as an opinion without comprehension
Your smile and your eyeslike pearls on a string
faintly glittering in the memory
as a notice in the back of the heart
Your words and my cries
like the dew falling
against a polluted soil
with emotions without drainage
as a colour mixed out of nothing
:Angel ene
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