Glass melancholy
I long for the silence,
when whispers and screams
cloud my blindfolded eyes.
Seeing with my ears
has rendered me insufficient
to this
fatality.
'I care most for money'
but I don't care about that!
She spoke of paper,
as if she had borne trees from her womb.
I wish...
I wish I could plant seeds
of senses
within all.
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