XIV
We step onto the other side.
From here, the other shore looks
like a fragile castle of glass.
The river is deeper here but
clearer too.
And this shore has been
visited by many lost souls before.
They call it love, this other side.
I use it as a grave
to bury all my
unattainable.
~
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