are we only we in the broken things
must we continue to bleed on those
who never wounded us
who do you talk to now that you are alone
like a scab
does the moon behind your chest still
hold a reflection in the knife
can butter still bend the metal
where are you now when
i am told there are people
dressed in long robes
against a longer road
still looking for the promised land
listen to how the ducks call your home their own
watch as the many miss the leaves that will fall over
their heads in a few year’s time
my shoes no longer fit
my feet have stayed the same size
in the smell
i am as i was
when i came to be i
though i hear dancing miles away
and the rice sours in the sink like my memory breathing morning
and i am done with the tired dirty words
that left you before you left me
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good. for You will be. fine.
But I’m sorry for your pain nonetheless.
hah! i like it. its almost like you think in finnish. this reads like translations of lyrics by a band name Tenhi. thats not a bad thing. keep on sharing and best wishes from the sweaty armpit of the south.
That was awesome and so deep. Great job.
That is really good and deep. Great job.
A POINTEDLY EXCELLENT WOW!
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