Kiyo Murakami
I wanted then to be
Tongue-less, finger-less
That I could not speak
That you’d be left
With only my eyes
For company
And my smile swinging
Off the hinges
Like a thrown door
I don’t have youth
As an excuse anymore
The freedom to fail
Without collateral
The luxury of spare parts
Now I wait behind mirrors
Collecting reservations
Wondering if today
I’ll unravel entirely
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