I watch myself
in the pond of a mirror
I see my face
in the water of a fountain
like coal and emerald
dead diamonds falling in pieces gal
these doors are made of glass
as my heart is pondered of stains of blood
you can be the only valid explanations to realize the movements of our love,
the only reason reason to the explications of the universe constellations
we are like supernovas
huge and bright
we never existed if not
in the brightness of the night
we came to life shining
and shining we will die
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