Bleached

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Blindfold my fears,
Pour me a cup of memories.

Let’s warm our skin,
Watch it glow under my infernal fury.

Let’s make silly rhymes and sing,
Forgotten melodies.

Let’s make love to the dark,
Let the silence harvest my being.

What’s left of us afterwards,
The debris and broken murmurs,
They will take it apart,
Bit by bit,

Our memories
Erased,
Our thoughts
Bleached.

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