A Waltz For Zizi Poems

I often wonder, when I'm alone
how can the stars stay up there
above our heads, without falling..
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I'm having trouble,
finding you, your lips.
This city holds,
no recollection of you.
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Those that follow your kisses, in the castle of leaves
that I raised from dust, the few times you were asleep in your bed, and I wasn't,
the castle that resembles the form of your heart, and shadows even god's might;

And those that fear your kisses, and hide behind a friendship;
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Without these pages, I'd feel lonely, I wouldn't know what to do.
It would be a waste of words, not to put them on paper, as a trail
that leads strangers,
from me, to you.
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Let them hate you, so you can
hate them too, and don't worry
about their god, he's too busy
speaking o the street prophet
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With enough money we can touch the sky
and get across this damn ocean
before we grow old here, and
get used to growing old here,
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motto: 'Everyone hides in your heart, no wonder
there's no place for a fool like me.'

A flower is such a small prize
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The prelude to my war, a poem
and a page folded a thousand
times, like the blade of a sword
mending someone else's chest too,
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I cannot say why the wind carries the clouds.
It might be that they love each other.
I've heard this on the tv, it was a woman writing a book, or a poem.
She stood all tall above the paper, like a mountain, like a god.
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In the poem you appeared
it was not my poem, but
someone else's poem, and you
more beautiful than I remembered you
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