Lovegraphy

heavy posts...
between cold and damp stone walls
There are so many orphaned feelings.
and on my hands there is a stamped mark of a blind pencil,
even as I write it touches my nerves.
loop-loop with mixed colors
I'm about to throw up all my worries.
as time passed, sometimes I found my soul weightless,
deliberately my body wants to lighten up.
...they think I'm sick
sometimes even as the days go by,
"If you would come as close as you live
it is against the will of the gods to walk away,
"It is against the red laws," they write.
I'm sorry for not answering...
even though my breath is trying to cool down
half-exile burning my heart
are sarcastic views full of hard questions
sorry for my sadness...
"for which a person is willing to die
in fact, everything that can die is his secret,
is the sign of infinity - they say -
"which convinces man of immortality."
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