This here inside
was born from the fire,
grew up with the bones,
slept in your chest
and woke up in the silence.
This here inside
strokes the stomach,
climbs up the throat
and hangs stuck
on each word.
This here inside
whispers in your dreams,
scarfs the fairies
who were curing your wings
and catches you again.
This here inside
wants to be a shout,
jump the walls
and remove the coldness
from those silver eyes.
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