This night arrives like all other nights, in my vain
Your cards, my bluff; Let us bet each other till eternity’s
end
Your hair, my eyes; Let us search ourselves in its temporary
darkness
Your fingers, my heart; Let us sing a song resembling our
broken appearances
The remnant
darkness of the night climbs down from my tired eyes
Somewhere I
must be present
In those
fluttering of eyes, when someone is in deep sleep
And thinking
of the things afraid of reality
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