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the figure in the fog

hello stranger,
those beastly eyes,
they smother me and stain
my mind with
burgundy thoughts.

take a bite off my soul
and give me a taste
- perhaps we are the same
when we shed our masks.

i don't need to cut off my toes
to fit in your shoes, your mind, your self,
to see the world the way you do.

hello stranger,
what rests inside those palms
you clench so tight?
is it a secret, a memory;
a piece of your sanity that
fell out of sight?

caress these ephemeral moments
sometimes they linger but
mostly they pass us by,
intangible and slightly opaque.

hello stranger,
your hollow breath
will fill my mind with wonder
and i wonder on the uncanny
shivers
behind every sigh we break.

we may stray
in the span of forever,
but will always return home
where our souls converse with passion
right where we left off.
Written by 3ampoems (Celine Belli)
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