Somnipathy

Lost In Kiev

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Last night
I have dreamt of your hands
There was soot
On the tips of your fingers
You were writing on my skin
365 questions
To which
I did not have answers
To which
you could not answer
I wanted to wipe everything
But the soot remained
And I stayed there
Endlessly covered in the black
of your fingers

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