walls there, walls here,
walls everywhere.
you're my walls, she said
and i love
losing myself
in your labyrinth-like walls.
i'm your undignified lover, he said,
probably the best thing
a man could say
to a woman.
purple skies
poured purple death
from above.
the purple love
echoed in the walls
and in her mind.
and under the berlin night
they sat, the purple lovers,
embracing the cold stones
together.
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