Words
don’t you see
the bliss of leaking sink
a powdering ash
cigarettes burning papers
papers in love burning?
when a whistle’s blown
out down the soundless street
A wide written shout
The reason I write
When I cannot summon
A word from my heart
Leaves drop dreams
When a break of twig
Ruptures their plight
How to force the wind
To move inside
The jar in phones
You do not appreciate
How one thought is broken
When concentration’s strong
An unmeasured life
Unimaginably running
In water’s length
To dissect a word
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