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It is dry -as her kisses
evaporate,
as quick as my lips
twist her soul,
my mouth dries
but her taste
rises still,
as my head tries to rest
I find no rest
between these pillars
beyond her soul's horizon,
encapsulated
in this time
serenity is a mistake here,
she said,
"nine days"
conscience
20/10/07