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jueves, 22 de octubre de 2009

Idiocy

Crash
Unto the corners of my lips
And burn alive in me
Until we both drown in flames
Take what you will
Crack open the crevices of me

Make my tongue taste like a bed no one slept in
Make me drink the thirst of dust
That has settled on your words
For too long

Feel the chafing of your silence
Staring my lips raw
Until the blood flows down
In circles of sweat
And tears
Leave me
Behind
As long as you claim the smiles from the wooden floor
And glance into my eyes
Claim the mirror from my soul
Let’s watch the glass bleed our unspoken words
And walk away
Into the pale sunset
Of different worlds.

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