My soul wails:
“I am dying”,
And my eyes, all red
Try to weep, but the mirror;
It smiled back.
This is only a life
I thought thus,
And I carry on living
Day after day!
Please, I should die,
Life should never be spent in mercy
Not even in our own shadow.
Thus, I wanted to die again…
Snow flakes and cleavages
And the impending kiss;
Yes, I have nothing more,
For a life,
Except the beauty of it
And its procreation
For another life!
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