the last pigeon flock
racing in the sky
leaving me to you
so embrace the wind
and cry me
so i would water sorrow in you
and boredom flourishes
they couldn't distinguish
between your tears and rain drops
tonight my killer
be my companion
and in her lap
you drink the toast of my devastation
dance with the ruins of my pain
and get high from my panic
close your eyes
on the echos of my laughters
my departing caravans and weeping
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