Clothed bodies
Shirtless moon
The truth kisses
Before us so bare
Bright without reason
Safe kept inside walls
Cracking in the corners
I kept asking
Crumbled mess
Little quiet house
Windows have bloomed
Everything is too bright
I can’t adjust
Pain will only
Rise the truth
I’ll blind myself
So I can see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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