A Black Vision

Not sound, but light
the bed we share. Some
people are fragile. Others
are brittle like steel.
We love eachother, dearly,
yet, the image in the mirror
is frightening. The slightest
smile, the perfect fear, we were
supposed to be immortal. It seemed
too radiant. And I mourned, and I
mourned and I mourned.

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