Sad Malgorzata

Have you seen the number of years that I carry in my pockets?
They are the branches of an trasparent oak
the sugar's beaches on the London smoke
the explanation for life that runs behind the death

sad Malgorzata
punished for having smiled at the glass
where only you could fill up jugs of bitter honey
along with hundreds of trunks that do not fall for inventavi

sad Malgorzata
I remember you only now
sinning to know ya

poem by Jbkaria Giovanni Cb
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Rat In The Hearth

Made of flesh and questions
rises from a box of matches
attempting a shot a day
reborn distracted
He runs into the mud of his escapes
to search for clean kitchens
in search of food with which to curse
There are hordes of thoughts
with long tails and big eyes
those who run
in the slums of the heart
trying to withstand
A monument to himself
caresses of gnawed
nights in the uniforms themselves
They run without warning
these mice in the heart
always looking
a place that have no memory
and especially

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poem by Jbkaria Giovanni Cb
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