Last summer I moved into the rooms behind your eyes;
barefoot, rearranging furniture, cutting keys and cutting
the ties
to my dark past.
I never noticed the falling, only the dizziness of adoring
you.
I am learning about healing, and now
I can throw wide my singing wings to the very edge of
the ceiling.
20.5.2011
This wave I am on could sink your lonely
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