Sometimes all of us
have to rest from all moments
from all those faces
that remembers everything
…everything that aches
and everything that counts at all
sometimes all of us
need a shoulder to cry on
to lean on and hide
from the wild side of this world
…a world of selfish thoughts
in which we’re trying to breathe
I’m glad I still have the smile ready
Before my teeth
that I sometimes need to tie
behind my lips
that I sometimes have to remain
silent
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