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Thus spoke Love

Each time I end a relation,   I dust my room. Not in search of bloody remains, but for something worthwhile
suddenly you get hell of a time, and you sleep endlessly.
and that's how , one day,  I traveled to my pre-history.
In a backyard where I made mud buns, on white earth, that turned black as I drew on it, once, I saw, yellow blue flames  twist and shake, over wooden blocks, like cabre dancers.
The red embers, those peep out of wooden bars, wink, and I forget the smell of loss and my worries for a grandma, burning
may be, that's how, I learnt to dance over human flesh and rise to the skies  for a moment or two, before stretching in your sleep. and calling it a day!


Thus spoke Love