It was purer than love
more delicate than arteries
the example of the word taboo
It cost me my ribs
and erase my essence in chemicals
Letting me abandoning everyone
because no pain could survive.
Then.
It was the quickest poison
that took my breath away
and all my fingers pointed at me
I would have no more words for anyone
I would be left with broken lips
and with the memory of the presence that accompanied me.
There would be no equal
there would be no explanation
Just the sound of a windless day.
Ta.
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