.

 

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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