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Retrospective Precognition

For the first time, I want the world to grow smaller,
To have my sphere collapse down until only you and I are left.
A beautiful desolation, in which I could forestall the passage of time,
Veiling, we two, from decrepitude,
To be ever fixéd as heralds of the incessant temperament of Eros.

(2014)

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