A swarm of sensations
Travels the map
Of the flaming labyrinth
Of my breast,
From the abyss of sighs
To the cusp of tears,
Searching
In every nook of whispers,
In every peak of silences,
In every chasm of caresses,
From the shadowless east
To the echoless west,
Restoring the dead languages
In which you emitted
The ruined phonemes
Concerning my love.
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