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lunes, 7 de diciembre de 2009

closed fists

to unwrite all the words
that scar the mirrors
to tear the sounds from your lips
from the wax on the floor
to dig my fingers into the wild prayers
of quietly hidden smiles

to laugh out loud
the acid tears from yesterdays misgivings
and yearn from across the room
give it one more chance to fall
to taste the blood
as i bite my tongue

to scream without breathing
so that no one
might hear.

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