Category : Poems
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The shadow of a dried flesh
Of which my body was made.
Today I live the death that awaits me;
Even though I have ignored it,
During the time when I was high... all over it.
I hid all my worries inside a heart
Case that moved with the waves.
Small waves, high waves freeze
The November sea breeze.
The sound of a bird's voice dictating
What to dream; Maybe it knows
What i'm looking for...
Among this silence of mouths
That never stop speaking to my deaf ear,
The same words I already memorized.