Link your hand in mine, i feel you. To hold you
close, the gift to stroke your face, but there
you stand, slim, pale, sharp but gleaming, cold.Both
sides of your face,between my hands,
red lips kissed softly. You are the one,
ending me, in the sharp cold, together we breath, out
words of regret, kissed again, my lips left bleeding,
hands carved to meet them, fashioned with the same glance.

Mirrors change the shape, knife form. Breath to my
cheek your heart kept beating. We could have been,
for so long, show me, show me, show me your way,
through the heart, taken. Gone now, for so long,
fair flight and feeling, so long now, equivocation.

There you remain, as that of before, slim, pale,
sharp but gleaming, cold. There you are, the knife
that killed me.

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