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run by: theoryoflostthings / yesyes / partythighs / rosiee / jessieflux
you were not here
I had not heard the voice of this city yet
I used to light fires on the plains
with the intuition of a blind poet
I was afraid another vein
in my arm would snap
they would migrate all together
the birds of my forest
oleanders would shed their leaves
to mistaken Julys
the tide would lay bare
the dirty naked footprints
I’d stick out my furred tongue
to the rain and the wind
I’d sharpen my pointed knife
to carve my own destiny
I’d search for wretched children, for deceived
women under the moonlight
then this city
and your slender face like savannah dew
then lending my villager’s shyness
to the proletarian protests
the way I look at you and I look at myself
in the broken mirror of this city