Snow Water Ball

I see your shadow on my floor.
I'm knocking on
The crystal-clear glass 
Of this revolving door
- Can you hear me?
Echoes fading on my seat,
Pictures blanked by lust,
Shattered, at my feet.

Between love and half-asleep,
 Words are a shortcut to meet.


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