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A Patriarch Maps
A face hides red eyes
behind you casts a shadow.
Can you plant a kiss?
On the dry lips of the moon?
A single bird was playing with
fire to jump in flames.
My hands are singed.
I was trying to collect the
melting wax of your eyes.
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