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I’m still throwing away my dreams
like hours spiraling inward in a Thursday with no identity and an undecided name falling towards the day before lost somewhere inside between my smiles and pieces of my words. I’m still watching The Heavens and the Earth looking for a stranger and finding words instead like orphans left behind trapped between a shadow of a cloud and a breath of wind. You killed them just today when I was giving up all my dreams trembling at every step in a torment, ready to break down like a pagan symphony of memories of you. I feel like there is no more Heavens or Earth but only Time endlessly wandering the streets talking to the inner demons Never dead, never alive. tic-tic-tic tic-tic-tic tic-tic-tic It’s Thursday and it’s sunny of course it’s just the Time that got out of tune we are no longer breathing together but just one and one alone in the same April sunset same uneasy laugh. This Spring is lying the air does not smell of sun, young willow or petals spread and forgotten just like empty lines from a broken story. I find myself thinking of you and I cannot speak because of all the silence that sets within, even in itself, even with you never with us, together never in me tic-tic-tac tic-tic tac
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