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a vision shifts in the autumn winds

an essence that descends

as I rise above my reality

an injury unseen

another metaphor for my fusing heart

that melts into antiquity

love torments

the sensitive

into the night

there blooms a purple hue

unable to stop the loneliness of black and blue

at this periphery of the universe

those cold stars

the glimmer of lights

for a heartbreak full of craving

all we are left is to worship those feelings

nobody ever changes their mask

in the secrets all the constellations mirror

it is within the Moon’s white desire that we find limits

as I sleep in the imitation of night