I am a broken vessel
that can not
hold
the water of
your
e
m
o
t
i
o
n
s
.
I am a bird of clay
without wings
without voice.
Your sound
awakens
awakens
vice.
Black
is the cloud
that envelopes me.
Cold is the air I breathe.
I am a broken vessel
that can not
hold
the depth of
your
e
m
o
t
i
o
n
s
Tu m'
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