do not envy me
kazumi for i am just a weaver
of words,
i am just a worm
wanting to
compose silk
from my
wet lips
do not ever envy me
for i make a sound
from an
empty drum
tonight i am a nightingale
singing
and no one is listening
inside the room
just a hill away from where
i weave my words
my lover makes love
with an ugly woman
they turn off the light
so my heart cannot see
my heart bleeds
yet you will see no drops of blood.
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