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#QuemPensa é Spiralist: “Eggshells”

#QuemPensa é Spiralist: “Eggshells”

Freezing barefoot in the dark

where you left me, to depart

in the absense of the spark

that once ignited both our hearts…

            … but now we wander, poles apart.

 

Such a shame, for I had grown

used to dancing tiptoes raw

‘round your eggshells, all alone…

            … but could not make up for flaws

which would stick into your craw.

 

I’ll remain frostbitten here,

and the jigsaw that is you

will forever be a mere

footnote for the world to spew

at this heart you’ve dyed in blue.

 

And the snow, falling still,

and covering your tracks at will,

shall bury me alive until

no one hears this muffled shrill:

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