There are holes in our soul with its own name
niches filled with broken bones and blood in
eyes.
Watching them takes you slowly succumbing to the sadness
and fall, like Alice,
through the hole of unconsciousness. But to get discover
places
toothless smile when witch
and can still grow
mauve flowers in the courtyard.
May your name said backwards
nard
know all the time, and that
you hang your feet hearts
are open-mouthed
feeding of your steps.
is difficult to recognize that chest pain
so different that it is not to be empty but too full
they do not cry alone, or the sad,
or leaves, crying
lovers or those who have
lost a hug.
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