argued tenderness bruising
the night, singing to an
unwritten note, a piece
of light crawls inside
my head, playing with the
vision of skies and sunflowers,
picking apart sorrows and
miseries like they would
expire and die the next,
i pull out, from the edge of
our recollection this one
beginning, solitary and afire,
perfumed by desirous, wounding,
familiar intimacies.
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