this mirror
this cold
never ending
so sound
- believes in
this cold
warm below
under the raging sun
for delights yet polished
i can't remember your face anymore,
dear mother
i can't remember your heart
this mirror
this heat
the sound of air
moving through me
never gave myself a name
who are you? where did you go?
for those of you never born:
don't begin
i don't even remember why
but your laugh is still with me
i remember it better than myself
i wish you hadn't gone
and left me here alone
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