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there are days

languages are muted

the universe can not afford a word

those who still want to speak

end up vomiting shy songs

with wounds and bandages

all over their faces

there are days

all that i can think about

are wounds and bandages

that I hid with the darkness of a night

with the showering darkness of a night

without the showing sleeplessness of a night

no night

every night