To Stop Screaming
bury my lips in the buds of the rain
until the leaves don't turn yellow on the nipples of the clouds
bury them so I can't say a word
and die thrown into the sky
like a thunder
night after night, with stars on my forehead
the moon stabbing my chest, reborn
like a flame
when your tears dig wells in the grave of silence,
bury my lips in the buds of the rain
like
forgotten
chains of kisses
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