in an inapropiate and virtual place...
wake me with lashes of music and gold
while i die a day of living again...
feed me with a stir of echoes,
and bake your silence and pain...
interrupt me on the stepping stone
filling my shoes with wings of blame...
love me upon the hatred of flowers
pollinizing tombs with dirt...
remember me in your forgiveness
as I may be long gone with my mistakes...
May 18, 2013.
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