where is
the window to the soul
ancient light
amongst the maps
of long lost secrets
and acient hidden treasures
what is
the language of memory
betrayed by fear
bewitched by love
between the depth of what remains
and the death of what must die
we are cold
corageous liers
setting fire
to all beautiful things
for we do not only see
but consume all
sacred things
untill nothing is left
in essence
in beauty
in us
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