She pours herself
like rain into absence...

Tick-tuck, tick-tuck she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

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Maybe only music could rescue me in this heart...

We are born,
to live for a while...

Everything ends
everything...

No one runs the show
the truth is that the show is...

_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...

Silence unites everything.
Silence means all the differences are particles...

Sometimes…
poetry bursts...

She always voices
the truth in light to anoint...

Like a little sparrow
lost in the rain...

They stole our liberty
though...