* * *
Your touch, my pain
Complete the day
Your kiss, mine way
The dragon’s lair
The world was broken
By that line
All we can do
Not to decline
To ruin the secrets
Of ourselves
To build that truth
That never ends
Worn Sunrise burns out
Cold meat, tea cup
Wild grey old wind
The liquid sky’s bleed
And fur, and chains
And rubber, oil
All we do love
We always spoil
All times we die
We meet again
In shadow world
We shall remain
Your Touch
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