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Melting Again
As down to earth as Earth itself,
stumbling i keep within myself!
everything is broken in the heart-palace,
that's what makes a poet's skin callous
as rootless as if happening snow,
melting and melting let it go;
if only it had chest of deadbodies,
the gravity of reverence it embodies!
i would bury all men that a boy has to be!
i would drink sip by sip more than just tea,
more than a bookshelf will quench my thirst,
more is to the pain than a mere outburst
if only slipped moments would recur,
i would fall better than just falling for her.
......
© ZiaD
stumbling i keep within myself!
everything is broken in the heart-palace,
that's what makes a poet's skin callous
as rootless as if happening snow,
melting and melting let it go;
if only it had chest of deadbodies,
the gravity of reverence it embodies!
i would bury all men that a boy has to be!
i would drink sip by sip more than just tea,
more than a bookshelf will quench my thirst,
more is to the pain than a mere outburst
if only slipped moments would recur,
i would fall better than just falling for her.
......
© ZiaD
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