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For you
I will stand inbetween spaces
of roaring black fire
I will break all dry mirrors of dreams
to meet you in reality
Answer
my mute scream... 
My love, 
My name is dying.

I am caught in a wild dark flower's yawn
You exist...
I scream with joy...
You exist my love....

People threw stones at my atumnal closed door
and called me insane,
But now I know
You exist.
This insane leaf would had perished without your longing!