In the distance there is smoke
blue sparks in the air
and even further there is a hill and a forest
screaming and scorched grass

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When you say that I haven’t given it much thought
I assure you that you will be forever wrong.
I thought so much that I cried blood
I thought so much that my scars raised again
and I thought so much about it all
that I have done what I had forbidden myself to do:

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I think that the sky was hung in his left eye.
A window to the outside
where we had never stepped foot
and the clouds where in our lungs already;

whenever he burnt he had let out breaths in clouds.
whenever we inhaled we would have a sunset in our cavities;
the blood-red haze and the smoke-clouds setting
poisoning our souls
striking like lighting in our veins.

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Does it matter what the tears are
as long they leak from the eyes?

Bleed from the mouth and it is pain
drip from a wound and it is an injury;
but once you bleed from the eyes
you are crying.

and that is sorrow.

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I have cried.

I have thought of you.
And I have built up sympathy.

I have done what is forbidden…