again, there’s night
shattered the last mirror
over my grave.
waves of silent prayer
frozen on my lips. a kiss
is always a touch of death,
the eternity, we are longing for.
I saw it in your eyes.
I felt it in your heart.
love wounded,
bleeds words
and grass will grow green
tomorrow -
at the sunrise
c:NKO12/12/12
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