Fire lungs

I’m in the fragments of you and not like myself
I was a weak, as if born out of soil
in the soul a strong soldier
It’s a cry and a fist
In real life the day begins
in sweaty face
and during the last hour of evaporation

lungs
breathed
fiery
peace.

Fruitful walk

 

 

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Falling asleep under the petals

Wanted to call to tell you how much it hurts
be comforted by you
hear your voice say that you’re suffering with me
feel a little bit of relief
by your empathy

picked up the phone as in forgetfulness
until I realize
that it’s you who are gone.

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