kissing the heavens
with my paper wings
into the heart and soul
with my ink talons,
the tale of the child
quivering under crystal bullets
and shedding his pearls
over the edifice, which
became his beloveds' grave,
if only these talons
could injure the death birds
of the 21st century,
if only his tears i could return,
return him as diamonds.
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