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Granulated dusty clouds
Conceal blackbird's dawn melody
If it were feasible
They'd flock in me
Not there, and You...
Downbreathing and pausing
Inhaling slowly, then disappearing
You sleep in a city of bridges
Dreaming of bliss
In the small corridor
Where our shoes were at rest
Your delicate, pepper-silhouette fingers
Your lips in the bath mirror
Recollections, resembling
tiny and speedy spiders in my head
eye marks on the bathroom tiles

I linger within my skull's confines
Pressing fingers against my Adam's apple
Striving to sense its rhythm 
There would be an unexpected interval
That might imply I am malfunctioning
The time emits a clandestine murmur
Between us and within our history
In a living room where we once whirled
I remember each of our movements
They are like frenzied razors
Puncturing me, inflicting pain
And I could talk to you
Embrace upon the bed
And sleep, smile and breath
without suffering and absurdities