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 Aug 2014 lisabeth
Ricardo Orozco
They only listen
when you're born or when you're dead
when there's no words left
Haiku, Sad, Listen, Reality
 Aug 2014 lisabeth
Ricardo Orozco
All that I'll have is
beautifully scented sheets
and dented pillows
Haiku
 Jul 2014 lisabeth
Olga Valerevna
So how did I become the kind of person that I am
By changing every part of me I couldn't understand
I wonder what I'll find inside the skin that I suspend
Or maybe what I've lost is more apparent in the end
And where is all the evidence I carried on my back
The weight of it has turned it into something inexact
A haziness pervading what I once believed to be
The only inconsistency I wanted to perceive
Secure in all my shakiness but never unaware
That I was going down a road that wasn't even there
And maybe in my head I thought I'd save a place for you
Until I came to realize that's something I can't do
I cannot save anyone.

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