be problem crumbs among millions of happiness
is an absolute condition
I was sentenced to death
that happiness belongs to some people who are not me
without a rope to hold on to
my body collapsed and almost melted with the ground
a part of me burned
others were scattered
at a crossroads
in the middle of the city
in the bags of morning scavengers
I got cut
bleeding but not in arteries
I fell down
but not to the bottom of the cliff
is into pretense
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
be problem crumbs among millions of happiness
is an absolute condition
I was sentenced to death
that happiness belongs to some people who are not me
without a rope to hold on to
my body collapsed and almost melted with the ground
a part of me burned
others were scattered
at a crossroads
in the middle of the city
in the bags of morning scavengers
I got cut
bleeding but not in arteries
I fell down
but not to the bottom of the cliff
is into pretense
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