Headstones In Maryland

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Sensitivity

sensitive Today born

that nothing can touch me.

Neither

infants sleeping on acute

prairie, or the dwarfs

seeking the secret of the moons.

Nothing can touch me. Neither

sirens

asleep on

azure stones hung at

soles amber and yellow secrets.

Nothing can touch me.

Neither sorrow screaming

extended

in cloth at night, looking for bubbles

bleeding sand on the sea.

rain can not touch me,

cold, silence, fear,

grace, joy, tears,

your absence, your absence, your absence ...

Your absence clouded

segments, for hours

liquid in the distance

burning freeze in seconds.

Nothing can

touch me.

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Uncertain

cornices will live in

roam untouched landscapes

on the lips, take his name

Hieroglyphics

diffused spots of skin, sleep

future dreams ambrosia touch.

will paint oceans of ink,

skies ink, ink words.

petals of light will travel through and ignite

soles under the sea, and die when

silence two hearts bound by the same

veins explode in anger echoes

and loneliness.