Reflection

Ixchani

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Trough my face I see snow falling
On my frozen thoughts in the colt
Arrestingly covered, searching for you

I was scared by reflection in my eyes
Which broke my mask
Tore the picture of selfish love
Burst the rock of my happy cynicism
Rolling thy glittering eyes defrost
We trough see each other and try
To fit pieces to something vast

Tears, which torture you, you speak in me
I lay them with you to dry