The Sword of Thunder

honey,
when your heart
is broken into pieces;
not even the slightest
i like to see you confused
running in the labyrinth
you make in the empty sky

look at the world of stars
and their unspoken lives

saying something to you

here am i waiting

to see your rise

from the stupor

and,

a sword of thunder

from your Dark Matrix,
that speaks to me

with a Sound

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