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I’ll roam through gravel, all
what is necessary, calling you
through halls, with a love,
unmuted, desperate to come
back home, which is where
your heart beats and the landscape
that your eyes illuminate
with the light of your soul,
untouched by the sin of the world,
illuminates.

You’re always in my eyes.
Whenever I go I can only
but smile at the mere memory
of the sound of your geography
creating earthquakes through
my skin, turning everything blue.

All my deaths revive in this instant
all of them telling I’m insufficient,
all liars, with no other master than my bones
leaving me crying completely alone,
or better said: lonely, on the cornerstone,
of myself, losing perspective and missing your
love with a premature concession
to a fake defeat and ignoring
an even sweeter victory.

All my deaths revive in this instant
just to see them disappear again
between your arms hugging me.