I dreamt of a world in which I met you

I am the sea,
but only at this moment;
then I leave…
as soon as
cigarette in my hand hugs my clothes
making me disappear.

plain:
name of mine
skin of mine
clothes of mine.

I disassemble
as black stones do
in beaches where everyone bears my skin.

I love you,
love you;
for you are me.

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