looking at mine
he tells me words
out loud
he rarely says what's below
this burns
seems alive and smiles
touches lips
can hear breathing
what depression
to have the infinite light
hidden
looks at me
lost my shining
sometime in the years
thinking of when this all stops
i'll wait and wait and wait
may be birds
-Lahmadaj
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