Quênia Lalita

i spit on the split of a second long gone
splitting myself in between before, after and doomed
i cross the bonfire of my childhood
before i found out what being alive really meant
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cheating luck
threatning happiness
abusive hope
gruesome affection
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i do still wonder
if i happen to cross your mind
once in a blue moon
when some random stars align
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and now i ask the ghosts
and other sinister creatures
that haunt me to the bone
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will you come with me
in a world reborn
and our universe within
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the pressure is off
now we can move sharp objects
with the power of our minds
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dangerous territory
contagious synesthesia
beware of the dog
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soaked through clothes
thrown to the floor

broken bones
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she keeps her emotions in a safe
she climbs balconies for no one

she has been called by so many names
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you are coming back to me
because you know I need you
more than ever
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it's a forceful state of mind
even agressive, at times
the act of concealing the stars
of my beloved inner wars
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sometimes
we write the poetry
with our bodies
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I smell caffeine
it's coming outta my pores

meanwhile, this brain is in the gutter
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stuttering with
a mouthful of spiders

my room in utterly chaos
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she jumped off a stinking bus
still wearing his white t-shirt
still smiling with last impressions,
fresh memories & scents
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nobody knows
how heavy it gets
when someone else
cannot share their blame
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things I can't make sense of
are the same things that used to reside
on the tip of my tongue
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well, I disagree
with the general definition
of claustrophobia, actually
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and in this moment of rest
i wonder if i shall exist
in more places than where
i find myself right now
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everybody tries
everybody lies
every single one of us, carrying an inner universe
contemplating the sky at times
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