Second and final entry.
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I raise a plea to find you
like a ragged flag
and wonder if
through fragile truths
our lives will sail into each other
once again
if it was truly sweetness
if everything they say about you is true
meanwhile I’ll put my life out to dry
wishing you had stayed
with the rest of us
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is it fair to say I lost
like the countless others
is the depth of pain
measured from within
freed up in the wind
or is it trapped
tight in between your teeth
a moan subdued
by willpower
is it fair then to say
you have won
in the pain you carry
while the countless others
are lost in their singing
in their bellowing madness
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your broken heart
split in two little sparrows
sink in the sunset
twin silent poems
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a simple odd piece
where violence rests
an anvil
fruitful vein that once was
her face
almost incorruptible
as the lie of love
she kept planning on suicide
until she died of regret
it rained for days
as forgotten memories
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a river in my head
holds steady
bury it while it’s night
because it will be mine
by moonrise
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before you know
a drop of light
begged
to not fall into despair
and preserve her virginity
like an ecstasy
confided to the echo
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a pyre of truth
raised over a moon that never wanes
solitary
like a secret wrapped up in lies
your eyes
hearts of no other sorrow
setting it ablaze
and your hands
holding the horizon
so, are you the priest?
such as I am
I burn
into the freedom of ashes
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a mind opens the womb
in tears
for the dream never awakened
and for waking never come true
it opens the womb still
like a curse
when your turn comes
to reap the harvest in the flesh
remember
the wind to pierce the sails
and your tears the soil
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will I live to see the other half
of your love
meet the geometry of your lips
before love loses its taste
or our memories meaning
is it my turn to leave
or just another exercise
in the art of dying
fate unfolds like a thought
while I get lost
in the art of loving you
hoping my turn comes
after knowing
the taste of your truth
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mateo desant 