I tried to translate words in silence.
spent a lifetime chasing the wind.
My only food that fills the air
this time off.
My only home, immaculately
page on which
give my complaint.
I locked up the existence of
dense lines of pain
pregnant,
imprisoned in the gloomy soul afflicted
essence of a faded ink.
busily painting a dream
to fill the void ...
I forgot to exist.
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