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'M A SOY DIET CRYSTAL

I a diet of feelings

by kisses that fall,

touch not touch me,

that cold hands can not feel my body,

feelings isolated

whispers that I hear,

eyes that I no longer look,

dark nights,

summer storms,

written pages thrown into the wind,

cries that cross the mountains in the form of echoes,

cold coffee in the morning,

sheets that become my only shelter,

withered flowers of indifference.

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FEELINGS TAKE

My breath touches the windowpane

As if my wishes and desires of all,

That which is remembered and longs

Could be out there in the middle of this rain.

It would draw our silhouette,

As so often.

I feel fragile as the glass

And I send a sigh, with your name whispered

Hoping that comes to you

And in that moment I feel it.

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CONSCIENCE!