Nude young sunset
melting in the clouds
the taste is exuberant
reflection of your face in it
swirls darkened with orange substances
dying love is marked with no humour
it fleeted our house too much with speed
the time compared to our lasting eternity
will never balance the world

Some say my face was partial
was I not complete?
a breath of mine, easily a contemplated sandstorm
I'm growing in the breeze of your after love
 
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