there is no habit of tormenting silence that leaves you just can not remember
you've never seen slipping.
steps that you walk when you were a foreigner?
what flowers you took before he got the last winter?
waves and sunsets I do not cherish the peace
ravening sobs that you can not hear
yield a phobia of
and tears drip through the waves while you look
trickles away.
die of thirst
severed as breath caresses.
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