When your reflection breaks
you look into the shards of the mirror
and say- this was your weakness, not
mine.
But when your shadow shatters,
trying to rip itself
from your being; distance itself
from your essence,
do you not feel ashamed
of using young blood to paint
the golden sand dunes scarlet,
where long shadows are born
and killed, as even the shadows of
the cacti tremble?






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