My breath swings like a ghostly door
Slamming shut to stop the fear
A wave that stays on shore
Because it knows the storm
The moon opens in my eyes
And I empty in the night
I tried to save the truth from lies
But it’s silent in the light
This pulseless silence falls inside the earth.
But I’m not there
I’m a roman fountain; masterfully spilt
Twisted by unyielding bodies.
I’m nauseous from the tilt
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