I’m starting to get sick
Of the salty taste of my tears
I can feel my soul shivering
With waves of agony
While my body is burning
In flames of consuming fears
And I realise it’s not the rain
That keeps falling every day
And it’s not the sun
That has escaped from the sky
But my four other bodies
Have also begun to weep
And the light my eyes
Cannot let inside
/2009.09.30./
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