Two matching smiles in that photo
Background
uninhabited landscapes in steps
short walls of our room
Shortly after that night breaks your throat like a fist
closed and no longer find you
There is a kiss in that picture
later, a hug waiting
predicted
a blind spot where we stop ourselves
a delayed death
behind my fiction
oozes cool sand forever
mouth
That means that things
everything and all
is nothing in the language of fish
you and me without us
dry leaf hits the asphalt
not hear the foot steps of the kick
just yesterday I lost you I lost
what else
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