Heart's vision

Eyes slaughtered as stones
the night has the colour of a wound
the night is made at night's heart

 Words burning  
                                      weighting
words in clouds
                            painfully

 (lovers seek the substance of love
                                              in the clouds
  hands discover the world
                                               by touch)
Deep in the man          
                                   a bird beats
                   trembles

Our skin is falling from love
                      my love

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