Separated by lightyears of silence and nightyears of stone
The words you speak to me are all unknown
In a crowded train on an empty line
I’m searching for someplace I can call mine
In the mirror of an hourglass naked I stand
My scars are hidden and safe in her hand
Dreams on ice, the river crossed twice
I want to be alone with me
A transparent layer in history
A ripple of gasps from behind a curtain
You part them only to enter oblivion = Nausher Nash Banaji
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