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I lost myself somewhere between
the gold flecks in your eyes
and swam beyond the guarded
checkpoint of tears.
Mirrored behind the lens,
a thousand scenes from your hidden life.
Your secrets, a shade darker than my own
and your desires, what I fear most
in myself.
There is a bond, a bondage, a fermentation -
yeast in a porcelain vessel, a path of longing
and longer shadows winding through bruises
and wounds before I dare

By uncia2

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