I've carved
a name for myself
the size of Barcelona
along the wet arc
that divides us
undisturbed
breathes apart
from flash mouthed
heartaches lifting off
just before the sun.
and here I thought
the sky was huge
or that if left alone
your tiny sparks
would gobble up
what time has left
as faith in us.
xxoo
Nail Liga
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