A vacant gaping space
a spot of night's black hue in the center of the sun?
That carved out jagged piece of the Earth we shared?
Was it nothing?
As a rose emerges, born from mud,
I drempt my existence began from your blood.

A twist in my imagination,
An obsolete show of shadows in the night,
Through an icy fever of delirium.
I Imagined I contained your blood.

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