Your names once belonged in soul to me
The seasoned, spiced wanderings of nuances
In the abysmal depths, in unbridled chasms
In the mirrors, murmurs became vapors
Shading the identity, the face
Quiet places, the arbor of sensual thoughts
Sunshine and shades, the trails
Intense wants, sometimes narcissistic
Knowing this was you- and you me…
Yes insane with wants, desire aflame
Names? Why wonder, is this my existence?
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