“Lucky” number seven. Edit 1

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“Lucky” number seven.


Once warm books, now frozen pages in the library of Osiris.

I feel nothing while I read your canvas,

No feelings of sorrow, not even pity,

Nor hear deaf whispers of the past,

That call your blind souls in despair.



I can’t share a tear for you, I didn’t do it for mine

At best I gaze at your fleshy panoramic landscape

Table horizontal marble mountains.

“Perhaps I’m an empty vessel as well” I said.



And then I spot her out of seven rancid trees , My muse.

I see the beauty of her lifeless

Sleepy body, 30’s winter age.

She made me feel nor dead, nor alive.

So close yet so far my tingly burning fingers

On her brainless lips, on her chin, her throat,

On her bare chest, just in between.

I hold her tight and in my mind I say “ I want to kiss you.”

“ I want to feel your darkness and bury myself inside your skin”

They said she had nothing to offer anymore.

But she gave me the world in silence

“Surrender” she said.

That was cool. Was pretty significant

Whilst appreciating your newbie status this is not considered worthy critique, being neither "cool" nor significant.
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