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I was calling you, and kissing you, and begging you to come lay down next to me. To fill the empty, white sheets with your presence.
And you pushed me away once.
I cleaned my face, I cleaned my body, I caressed it with flowers to smell beautiful and tasty for you.
And you pushed me away twice.
I put on my very best smile and I kissed you again. And begged you. Oh, how much I begged you, as you had your eyes closed.
And you stood up and went to the other room.
Now you’re lying on the bed. And you didn’t even call once for me.
You pushed me away for the third time.
And my darling, no one can ignore this ruthless third time. 

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Arrival of the birds..

We’ve woken up as two birds. Neither he nor I ever understood how this metamorphosis happened or even where it took place. We just slept, one warm body crawled inside the other one, and it seemed like an eternity passed and we woke up when the sun was rising. Only to find wings where once our hands were twisted together. Can it be that we’ve woken up in a dream within a dream?

This flesh, once covered in skin, now is covered in feathers. You, in black and me in white, creating a perfect balance in nature. The male and the female body disappeared and this imaginary transformation doomed us in a great hell and also in the same heaven where once Adam and Eve reigned among all creatures.

Our hearts still warm on the inside, our smiles still frigid cold on the outside. Seems like nothing has changed. But our hands disappeared and now we cannot touch each other’s bodies. I long now for what it has been lost. I long for everything that was stolen. I stay silent. I open my wings, only to unfold the new version of my self. And I fly away..

We are two birds. Doomed, always to fly away.. For eternity.