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within this room's stillness our emotions merge
weaving an enigma
gentle moonlight reveals fleeting shadows in the quiet room
every creak of our steps cradling a fragment of us

your brown vest thumps on the ground with sincerity of a thousand birds that flock north
my silk honey-colored robe falling down the steps of acacia, face first with the wits of a dozen stray lillies
your trek to these pillars that tower over you have meaning
but do i?

the air holds secrets
a language only our tongues could speak
but our tongues won't speak no more
amid this silence a voiceless yearning
a love too damned for the people beyond these walls

they would never understand us
they would never understand our love they would never try
but i do, and i do regardless
do you?

Sylas, 7th of March, 32

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