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heart Black is my world


And here I am: another mask falls without a sound, a gentle mask, I lick the wounds on the skin and little else.
Here I am, nameless, faceless, a slow transition almost whispered. A tense
ear, an open mouth, a fruit to eat and drink.
I am fading out of a heart inside a fire-breathing.
Behold vanish.