Kicking the paths of past history,
tripping over cobblestones
silence impregnated lanterns
of corners without name.
sink my bare feet in
feelings muddy puddles.
I collapsed in my lap
souvenir
abandoned on sidewalks eaten by sadness.
choked with so much melancholy,
looking for a place to bury my bones
and my pain.
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