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Reminiscences
like someone who scatters ashes,
dust returning to dust
possibility that escapes in regret.
so that you always look at me from above,
while you wait for me from below
ready to revive my ashes.
into an aquarium of goldfish,
so that it may go on dancing forever,
as in those summers when we intertwined.
releasing its overflowing decibels,
while the oblivion train glides by,
dragging lost whispers from distant reaches.
to the brothels of my fiery youth,
for when I get tired of this false stillness
and I need the heat of your cold to feel alive.
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