Inside Life

Inside life

We fry our bones in the sun

And feed them to the howling storms

We do not fear to she’s our enamels

When we have no mouth to swallow our poor deities

Inside life

We lost our blood every festive day

And cry an  ocean to drench our nativity

Tomorrow never stops to gift us goose bumps

But today we must bury our thin sweats

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