We were connected.
That even in the secret of the silent music; playing in headsets of my joys
Her lips,
From a distance,
Would move in resonance to the songs.

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Of course I can text, type 75 words per minute,
But the perfect fairytale I text, type with you,
Reduces me to 1 word per minute.

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She decided to stop saying,
"I used to be good."
She started saying,
"I will be good."

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🍂🍃 The problem was not that she never learned from her past struggles.
But she always brushed the healing injuries when getting clean. 🍂🍃

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The birds we'd see every 18 hours,
Still perch strong.

To the same trees,
To the same friends,
To the same breeze,
To the same wives,
They go back home
Every 18 hours.

Yet you,

In the same hours
In the same nest,
In the same chores,
In the same lighting
Of 18 hours,
Never came back
Again.

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He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

Much more,

He wanted someone to cry around.

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🍃🍃Though it truely appears
That sky sculptures sky,
Man never folds man.
Let every soul know,
That no pretence a life is so intense,
No hurdles carried, are any much needles
For eyes never to cast up,
And knees never to bow
And tongues never to confess,
That He is God. 🍃🍃

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When she finally knew him, all his secrets were needles that stitched her heart to death.

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Every time my mouth talks
On these long walks,
Winds on this street
Remain as ready as yesterday to constipate
Our respiratory with voices
Of a vivid memory of what our friends
Adored;
That which our fights
Store when demons lied that your rights
In it are lots
Of lost pieces.
But School shoes,
Brand new shoes;
In small sizes,
Was our love.
These streets learned on how we polished them;
Sharp and shiny, during the first days;
Times before the whirlwind of secrets and lies returned our usual steps,
Separate.
"Ours was a favourite shoe, worn rather too much to stay long." 🍃🍂

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Take off your headsets and listen
To the smell of the first rains
Hear the drops hit the roof
Drumming patterns you so much missed.
Take off your shirt and never wear it again
Haven't you been cooked long?
Of course you prayed for today
Should You deny rain from blowing dust off your coat,
You sin.
Should you miss October days or even think of them,
Let hell pour on you in your happiest hour.

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