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The reflections deceive me

my breathing shakes

and the lips are soaked in blood

but it isn’t you

and the world falls apart,

because you have become an obsession

an addiction without control

and every corner with shadow has your scent,

every word starts with your voice

and your name is an echo enclosed in the confined spaces.

Oh, God, if this is a new opportunity,

and a new desire with torture

I shall steal it without return.

T.A.