Photographer: Enrico Fiore

Brush the daggers aside 

No blood to be spilled

Broken glass is merely the score

Mute can be achieved

In quiet sleep

Only if necessary

The washing tag 

It offers console

The solo war

Lines reveal direction

Up or down

Certainly across

Time traveled

Creases tell secrets

It is lonely 

No matter

A falter to another pitch

Everything changes

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