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In a pinch of light, waiting it to happen-

To sell the half-truths― of lies, you quit

You walk through me opening the portal of―

More searing― in fog of love.

Like toothache. Would hear the voices

The lips will speak without sound.

In deep bottom, at first light, I

The lazy eye, staggers. Looks behind

O my baby pain― this house is on fire.

After centuries of reverie― a dream breaks, falls