waking up
with shattered glass in my eyes
a frosted stomach
a piece of the heart darkened
a beautifully pierced shadow
and the night still lingering
laying in a gigant ocean-bed
of infinite fleshy pounding hearts
that will bloom
with time
hoping
air day
to hear Your sounds
and my lips will sing
silently
air foot
then the other
Existing
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