…my dear love

Suggested accompanying soundscape: Max Richter – Sarajevo

…my dear love

as their shadows turned in the grave, bodies melted back to form

dead among the living without hope to be reborn

again, and again

she took her hand

but could not feel a thing

Pain was absent because absence was present; they tried to move to an upper level

only to realize that lower bodies have no place there

for as long as you try to reach the sky

you forget

that down here is where molten desires separate

You and I

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