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today are full the plates dippers
and kissed the children’s heels the dogs howling stopped in brain the drills below my eyelids frosted tear glitters only mother’s intuitions remained hot and neat the fright’s claws desist from dig up in my heart no fatigue caused the day, no waiting for the night the wax stopped dropping from my fingers tip I’m not scared from the ghosts anymore my barefooted feet doesn’t feel my father’s bones moaning while crossing the grave, no more I drank all the blood from the home’s sore I ate all the silence at meal the ground getting warm I feel because I ceased to curse the word that everything told except the way of started filling the emptiness inside my soul
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