Volume loud, torn shoes, falling rain.
He stops and starts to dance to the pain.
Every step on the sidewalk and twist of
his body—telling a different story to the
crowd. They're all broken pieces,
thinking the lyrics out loud.
–leonardo r.
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Poesía[ THE FICTION AWARDS 2018 WINNER FOR BEST POETRY BOOK ] ❝He spent his life chasing butterflies, never noticing how he trampled on the flowers.❞
