and for the very first time
I didn't blink
when the rage of light
flashed before my eyesand for the very first time
I didn't know what to feel
about the patchwork sky
and cloud streetshould I remember you
or should you remember me?-starting to call myself a perfect stranger
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an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...