“memories”

nothing but what is past
memories        the kingdom in which we live

soft annex of my heart

reflections spotted by art   in his bedroom mirror

i dot them; connect them so they form a star

!i remember!

my courtyard deviates from yours

and might be rusty in its columns

but our experience we will share

thus the possession will be

s p    lit

u[between]s

reflections spotted by art   in his bedroom mirror

i dot them; connect them so they form a star

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