or feel
or what I mean
I only talk in riddles
can only act in dreams
a shattered mirror
limits me to sidelong
views at best
and though I long for
further glances
longing’s all I get.
I cannot hold a moment
without it burning hot
and all I hear when
listening
is what the truth is not
no traces left to follow
the paths are all but lost
and so I sit with shards of memories
smoking in the frost
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