when your heart opens
everything around you changes
worse than death
depots clinging, silent whisper
needles of hairdress, slowly move
into the invisible painting
knife guids off ignorance
mama plays bird
guilt of jurkin
stapled carpets
winter of rolling chacras
country of ancient graves
better think about health
or start a porcelain shop
grandfather give it all away
grandfather let them have enough
burnin hospitals on desolate places
history in head
silent babies full of awakeness
dark rooms, forever eternal gold
Joera
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