We're back!
And we haven't changed one bit. Its time to guess which one of us wrote which piece.
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Each time
she throws
her crown of thorns
and hits the nail
on the perfect spot
I spread myself
bare
on a wooden cross.
And promise
Never to come back.
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I left my reflection
in the empty house
above the wash-basin
behind closed doors.
I set out
not quite myself
never knowing
emptiness could follow
and drag me back
and smugly say-
welcome home.
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