A smell of coffee is in disguise
Camouflaging the beauty of antiquity
Of a second hand street
And worn out ghosts
Of repainted graffiti on a shattered wall
Of a lady holding a candle
That is melting on her feet
Her feet are burning
We can smell them
Smell the thoughts of an author
Once upon a book
Once upon a night
Once upon a fantasy
Once upon a blowing wind
And the wind blows her hair away
And it blows out the candle along
But it nonetheless keeps on melting
Falling, burning, making sounds
Sound of pain
Sounds of burning paths
Sounds of anonymous women
We see a woman's face on a wall
We shatter the wall
Kill our woman, but set them all free
And the candle breaks
And its' peaces still melt
No longer on a woman's feet
But on our liberating hands
That set them free
And incarcerate ourselves
In the broken pieces of a haunted wall
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