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I thought we spoke the same language.I thoughtwe wore the same eyes, buta father doesn't have eyes.There has never been anything for him to look atand..
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I can't go home.He says: "Why don't you justgo home for the day?" but home is wherethe blue lives.As blue does, as the ocean may:it suffocates.Though ..
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The sun is dyingand I haven't saved up enough lightMy shelter is filled with rows ofbottled rays, stored pieces of shimmering whiteEnough to last me a..
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When I lit the fire and forged the steelwho could have foreseen how it would shapethis war of mine?You saw a quiver in my hands, hidden under two fist..
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A
lamb in a family of teeth
will
spin wool into claws.
Running
only leads the way into
the
black; domain of yellow eyes.
The
distance..
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Where there's a lamb,the wolves are never far.I hide within a carcass full ofmeat, so the wolves don't knowthat it's me, as they begintheir feast.I we..
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It's
primal.
A
deer, hunted by a tiger, notices the danger in time, runs away in
time, saves himself; when he looks behind, he evaluates: ..
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When
eyes only mean to caress,
but
hands can't contain their strength,
even
your gaze burns.
I
can no longer return to before
I
was f..
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You
are blue like the skies
I
am blue as the ocean
You
say we are made of the same color,
but
I remind you we are
separated
On
the f..
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Between
your white painted walls
I
stand in a corner and I look
for
the little cracks where
there
used to be something once
we
used to ..
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