67 A particle After a particle, An eyelash after an Eyelash, My tongue vibrating in silence: I fling at you From my body. My fingers Tied with your fingers, My blue Dissolved in your violet, With lips that drink in Your eyelids, With ears that hide in Your whisper -- What's left of me is your promise That you exhale to my body A particle after A particle -- Your aura.







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IRENE CĂSAR
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