The season
has changed its tide
A horizon of irretrievable anguish
has splintered the streets
with the sorrow of sunsets
A thrown-away ring
leaves a pale band
on a lonely finger
The inescapability of death
hovers like an inevitable storm
Shielded in you
I find some solace
the strength to conceive eternity
An occlusion of nothingness
And rejoin
Gaze by gaze
Skin by skin
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