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My heart still blows…

b. bileen

climbing the mountain of sorrows,
with the rope of your absence,
I evacuated my deep river of silence

those mischiefs,
unquenched thirsts,
peeled but sealed memories,
and your departure with a dusky and vacant smile,
has ruined those boudoir scamps.
I has laid on pacific loss and sniffed your lucid breaths.

exhaling the memoir, I inhaled the sufferings,
my heart still blows for a last draft on her cigarette.

(b. baleen is from Doti and writes on existence and activism.)

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