Haunted by your eyes.
In the beginning, it was the circle of the forgotten poets.
Afterward came the circle of the pilfered losing lovers.
They never had me. But hold an image as a reminder.
And when they sleep,
they break their silence, with whispering languages,
unknown.
Integrated long ago,
into the most ancient sacred scripts.
Everafter a circle of two thousand years,
you & I,
we are given the chance to unite.
to conjugate.
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