an alien ghost, the shade of apples,
fresh smoke of mint, burned, spoiled by pale sweat,
crawls twisting on the fractal aether.
time blurs, repeated ends, disturbs the vapid vapor,
behind your curls on air’s weight,
your shadow never left.
lyrics written for the lied with the same title by Vlad R. Baciu https://vladrazvanbaciu.com
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