Oil Painting
sky tattooed
all over with autumn’s scent,
tokens of numbness
spread along my heartbeats,
ashes growing wild
around what used to be my soul,
crows waiting for my dreams
to become their holy communion,
and beyond all this, me,
heading towards a one hundred years sleep,
after pricking my fingers in your thorny self…
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