Framed
You are the stone
that, in that picture,
framed my death.
How sharp were you thrown
into my heart!
that, in that picture,
framed my death.
How sharp were you thrown
into my heart!
Labels: poetry
Poetry, Thoughts, Slices of Lightning.
death of the eternal death.
flight of the core as core of the flight.
Labels: poetry
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