Blood dripping off, leaving marks, they'd be tough to wash
faint rusty stains will linger forever if not crimson
and the brown tint will also float amidst the hazel sea
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I don't recognize the figure that stares back at me in the mirror anymore
so many lies
lies and lies
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I drew my old home today
tried to transfer everything on paper
because I am forgetting the details
details of the only building I called home with all my heart
the heart that I carry in my hand now
with blood dripping
I think some of the details dripped there
as I made room for the details of your existence
I couldn't remember how long the window from the dining room to the courtyard was
and which shelf were the books on
was it the middle one or the last one
I think there was a vase with pink flowers in the middle one
like the flowers growing in my chest, where my heart once was
the place is empty because I carry my heart in my hand now but I have told you that already right sorry my bad
the two grey water tanks in the corner, what color were the taps?
and where did I keep my bicycle? in the courtyard or the storeroom
I think it stayed in the storeroom only when it rained
to keep the rust away
and they'll be rusty stains anyway
after you'll leave
after I'll wash the crimson blotches off
after I'll make peace with the stranger staring back in the mirror
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everything tastes like blood and dirt
I think my mouth is infected
the healer narrates the story to this day
his fragrance was the medicine that she refused to take
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