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she was the epitome of my existence
and i, the cryptic she imitates


she housed the cul-de-sac
across my permanent lair
(not a foot on each other's habitat)

she and i, we are close as blood sisters;
as distant as a reflection in the mirror


it's simply ineffable as
god is, love is, beauty is, madness...


she pays me surprise visits

there were times:
i missed the great feast because
she was busy counting the crumbs on
my palm


how we worship each other
envious of the worlds that set us apart
like a dimension slicing time


i need her to show me the demons of truth,
she only wants to play with reality


she is the sylph of my dreams
while i haunt her every conscioussness


like potholes and rain;
filling each other's dot
wounding holes that never heal

(one thing we share)
flirting with hell, seduced by death
juggling fate at the tip of nails


madness, this

estherg



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