Ephemeral


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His tragedy in the doorway
Following my name, of memory
Blackmailing sympathy
Fainted in blue

His silent memory
Cold, sharp and bitter
Like a venom
Of sheer pink rose

It’s truncated
Like pieces of wailing sun,
in my eyes
I want to stop saying his name
We are nothing but a broken wind

Novia, 2014

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