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The morning is a woman with a sword

the sky and dreams bleed together

red tears flood spaces

the horizon dirty as the ceiling

pierced by the sun greedy for imprints

Concreteness steals a caress

memory tells a story

sharp eyes break through other eyes

the essence overwhelmed by sweet helplessness

The awakening does not suffocate the flame