Poetry

Languages

home

even ripe fruits fall 

to the ground

we live by / steps

reflection

the sky keeps

no secret but 

a rainbow

and a friend

are the two

things you see

in a mirror

you remember

that the bruise was

a kiss / a hunger 

in between you

and under wears

reflection

after eclipses

i knew my flesh

is a place in the sky

home

we never saw

mother sleep

in her room

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