I thought

of dusting

the scraps

of your song off my ears.

I wanted to scratch

the crumbs

of your touch from my skin .

infected minds

To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

I tore the memorabilia

that had been haunting

me like flashes from

a past life…

‘til my room was

but a dump yard

of memories.

I darted twigs right into your


‘cause I could discern your

face in the nightly


I lay there


as the sky bled.

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