twirl a tiny teaspoon with sugar drops from your finger tip
stroke those memories that want to die
a winter slumber gets just little tougher
when a raggedy blankets gets too soft
motorbikes running between my back and your feet
words from yesteryears always strand me
running down the stairs with a big balloon of hope
only to greet a giant needle, sharp
quick, this breath won't last long
all the residues smear on those tall walls
a maddening kiss i even dare to dream nowadays
since these silences around me command a death on my heart so loudly
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