when the need is so great
but not reciprocal
worlds comes crashing down
i remember
waiting for the towns to crumble
waiting for the cities to fall
i´m on this plane
feeling bad
searching my heart
for images to pull me through
overwhelmed by my own words
savaged and mauled
as when the pet tiger
one day remembers her nature
i pull the curtain aside
it´s not the words hurting
it´s the hurt
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