what should I lose in order to keep on living?
me and you
crafting our own paper gods
one of them will be really good to us
despite our indifference
and knowing how far from the truth we are
I felt my heart today
a little silkie chicken
a prepaid calling card
repetitive knockings on a closed door
a wine glass missing its toast
a deserted town
a fist full of tranquilizers
too often I cannot even remember
who I am
to whom I belong
and why
angry silence could mean
that I don't exist anymore?
"ghost ships arriving and leaving"
our day will come
a poor silver cloud
buried behind the unseen part of the sky
hard to imagine
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