How long can I survive
With these shallow watery eyes?
Burning in dark blue rage
I'm alone, I'm alone.
Yet I want something to survive
Against the crashing waves, high.
I keep these sorrows safely
Inside the little lamp of my heart.
The bright moonbeam
Washing my eyes in shattered joy.
This heart, however, remains a rotten leaf
Crying silently on the garden bench.
The moonlight doesn't care how it goes.
Yet it wants something, I want something
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the slow art of breathing bitter
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