BENEATH my adoration
i see you my whore
the one who is dying
runs to hide living
under the skirt of
unseen skies
No one sees this mystery
like a headstone within
a forgotten graveyard
rare as the fennec beyond
a mirage and golden leaf lard
as sacred memories fill my
pockets with destroyed evening’s
stars
lavation
:: 01.10.2022 ::
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