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If
If tomorrow you were to leave,you’d take with you a part of me –say, a hand, let’s go with the left one,because the right I still needfor when the electricity bill shows up.The heart I’d split in installments:two beats to you, one to me –I’m not that generous, after all,God forbid,what would I do alonewith…
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I long for you
Tonight, the rain is an old scribe, scribbling my longing onto the windows, with crooked letters of water, like a thought that flees toward you but stumbles into forever.The wine in my glass is a sea trapped in crystal, red as that sunset on the concrete wall, when our words, like broken birds, fluttered over…
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Silent Void
Sometimes I come to you, mute stone,my heart primed to weep,to let my blood spill into memories,to call you from the earth, to hear you. But I stand, and instead of tears – air,instead of you – just a silent void.I wait for the ache, to see you,to talk to you, to feel you,and yet,…
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