to cut off
dreams and that
chain of memory
i told you
that it was ugly
that it stinks
that all those are
rotten fish
that we both must
finally avoid it
bury the dead
and keep away from
that foul
place
i lied.
(i just wish you
happiness
you have to leave
and find
what is best for you
buds are nicer with
the flowers
the dead roots
are simply out of
place
let the new barks
hold the existence
of trees
let the dead
find shelter in the
company of the soil
happy with the humus
where new seeds
must open up and begin
to grow another
life again)
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