What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
Laying in a pile
of names who claimed
to adore me, love me
who hurt me
Behind each mask a God
looking me in the eye
I'm starting to unwind
this confusion
gratefully. We don't dance
in the flames anymore
And I won't hide my love
for you
Bahman Saatchi Art
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