a pebble killed my daughter,
a doll fell on me ....
me and the saint don't
share the same room.
my dog cried for his buscuits
and his friends joined him for the same

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the silence bursts out from the barrel,
your laughter were always louder in solitude,
journey goes on with vengeance.
ants, marching from grave to grave,
kitchen to kitchen.
i sit on moon looking at my shadow on earth
wounds and wind still converse
sun is always lit with a suicide note
shadow gulps all the darkness
letters are fallen from a slit poem.