As long as the syllables
turn into words
and into a river of phrases
I shall write about you.And when the voices escape me
I begin to structure
my pain in lines
Because my tears demand
to be felt in words.
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As long as the syllables
turn into words
and into a river of phrases
I shall write about you.And when the voices escape me
I begin to structure
my pain in lines
Because my tears demand
to be felt in words.