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In this hearth
shards open beyond eyes
filled with eulogies
fierce flames
euphoria glancing
from our skeleton
we are the kernels
flute bones
where love answered
all questions
mother in your ebony hair
we played hide and seek
climbing through light
as frequencies
mausoleums
fingerpainted wallpaper
a rustic lost door hinge hanging
this is the room
now we finally
may step inside
my father arched over an accordeon
weeping into vaporized void
his sawdust hands
from which we feed
benevolent strangers play
in our kitchen where empty chairs
witness pale dusk
leek lingers across uncropped land
there are no violins nor violets here
only these trees know their purpose
I dream of after and before
a distant house hen cackles
knowingly
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filled with eulogies
fierce flames
euphoria glancing
from our skeleton
we are the kernels
flute bones
where love answered
all questions
mother in your ebony hair
we played hide and seek
climbing through light
as frequencies
mausoleums
fingerpainted wallpaper
a rustic lost door hinge hanging
this is the room
now we finally
may step inside
my father arched over an accordeon
weeping into vaporized void
his sawdust hands
from which we feed
benevolent strangers play
in our kitchen where empty chairs
witness pale dusk
leek lingers across uncropped land
there are no violins nor violets here
only these trees know their purpose
I dream of after and before
a distant house hen cackles
knowingly
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all rights reserved
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