A minute given to a miracle,
a window used as a mirror,
we weave a dream through the pretence of hope,
displaying our follies in grandeur,
while our secrets are buried in holes,
music not played,
songs unsung,
a mythical creature,
an orgasm not spun,
when the seed was sewn,
the hand was freed,
a glutinous bastard,
a reflection,
me…
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