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2016-07-16 | |
The instant severed by a blade
Sliced like meat, thin and opaque,
Uncapable of ever again reflecting
the desire of life.
Instant in stunt, tantalizing time. Lime.
Tunnels of noise hastily
voided of memories...
Then, another day printed out, in black and white,
spots of rainbows every inch of my heart
pounding of sadness and
"Fire me!", says the word (in the heart station)
" Let me go!"
Let me be, free of you, free
of this ominous, suffocating fear of future tears
galloping in the museums of light...
...There was evening and morning,
another day on this train of thoughts,
and a luminous
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