Scent of makeup
lipstick on the mirror
a trail of clothes and shoes
whispers of a laugh
preludes of intimacy
smoke and sweat tie a knot between
ashes all over the sheets
all these feelings inside
lions and lambs
all these dreams
a loaded gun
The house becomes a stage in flames
tied to our masks
we drown in our ghosts
In the shadow of summers past
we remain
indifferent
impassive
unfinishined lines
broken toys
in the hands of our demons
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