I’ve made a religion out of beauty
it imprisons and it frees me
I catch my reflection
Kissing my assassin
Shadows shimmer intertwined
With the light we left behind
A breath separates heaven and hell
Nothing to buy and nothing to sell
Waiting to catch up with my past
I watch my future pass
I doubt and I falter
But still kneel at her altar.
Nausher Nash Banaji

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