as the bugle played
wind blew their memories back...
The unpredictable is predictable now
as one can easily read it on my face...
That storm is about to blow.
I cut off my anchor long ago...
I only knew you since the first day of school
On the playground in kindergarten...
Pain you cannot
See...
I am used to the wind filling in
the cracks of doors and insisting...
white sheets pick at her and
spill into her sagging flesh...
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The cabeza is taken from "It Only Hurts When...
Annie would
Never be forgotten...
No chippy claws on wooden floors
No sound of your approach...
Lavender tinted sky
Rests upon the willow...
Hair spun with onyx and
Pulled back in a band, wearing...