Poems by Pilar

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  • The winds are calling our names,
    Like birds we shall fly away...

  • Hold onto a piece of paper
    A pen took your hand for itself...

  • Misfortune's own flesh and blood,
    Where my soul is locked...

  • Under the writings of a tired hand
    Under the sight of blinded eyes...

  • I found a pen willing to trace a wretched mind
    Willing to drain tears from my eyes...

  • I took the knife and pressed it among my skin
    As I peeled it off I forced a grin...