sometimes
as i perform mundane activities
my eyes will mimic the clouds
grow heavy and wet
and i wonder where the rain comes from
until i remember
the thunder of last night
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inaurata lingua
Poesíabook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
d r o p l e t s
sometimes
as i perform mundane activities
my eyes will mimic the clouds
grow heavy and wet
and i wonder where the rain comes from
until i remember
the thunder of last night
