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eat my lines
swallow my verses
they are nothing but my breathing in the night
when you sleep
and i lay awake searching for questions
tear apart
all my pages
throw the black ink of my heart
upon them
let the words stain your soul
return to where they came from
dancing on your tongue
singing in your ears
nesting inside you
burn my poems
to keep your heart warm
in the middle of a frozen dream
scatter their ashes to the wind
let my writings
die under cherry trees and lovers's cries
leave my words to melt inside your lips
like the mad fruits of despair and agony
slowly
make my thin paper flesh
white origami birds
butterflies, kites, snow flakes, lost hopes
forget me, in the end
forget me -
let me
become
the poem....
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