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May 2013
Deep through the skin
It all makes sense to me now
Incoherent visions and cold hands dissolve
There’s a blinding voice
All the smallness that sips out of my pores
We find ourselves missing sorrows
Whispering the need of our days
The start of mornings without coughing up blood
Passing the dream from one day to the next
Calling higher to the clouds
Driving out to the valleys where all the houses are on fire
Where the quicken step of my heart
Causes me to swallow the sun and to wake up crying
Without any tears
And when it happens you will feel like it all happened
Within the chance of one disappointment

Β©2013 Mauricio
Moe
Written by
Moe  M/earth
(M/earth)   
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   Adreishka Luciano
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