Tips words, pieces of lives, bits of us, so cold, we icy, stinging us, you feet. It's a catch
we face, panic, rejection ... why the skeleton, the specter of our love, zombies on paper.
drained the streams of your tears, your muffled cries ... absorbed your smiles, your praise, your regrets, still skin pain, abysses, withered and creased. A scar
banal and badly mended, that speaks to who hears its fragile spines, a golden shell, thick and spongy ... a breath, helpless.
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