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Sunday, March 31, 2013

when water tastes like bitter almond




I wouldn’t dare
to go further at my will
where all the shades
of darkness
disappear,
from where the fear
retreats in shame.
where
every drop of rain,
on its descend,
recites the seconds
by the names:
and-one, and-two,
and-three, and-four…
to the infinity of ends,
without end

~NKO 3/28/13

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