Who put these bodies between us?
That anguish of concreteness,
echoed a thousand times between
broken reflections of sky.
And why? Shatter my Eden
for your selfish reason.
Touch the moon and sing,
spiral low. The finger presses
to my lips,
silence the screaming
I am happy.
Ghost to ghost I see right through
your eyes are no disguise.
Underestimate the power of the living,
they are truly dead.
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