Cries of longing slither forth from every open mouth
Alike, the lips of whores and virgins
Find utter homelessness a home
The heart palpates ever too weakly
To convey the deepness of the pain
Afraid to shed the armor of cotton and silk
Tongues are bitten; epicardiums fortified
Silencio las conquista con fuerza maxima
Pero las calladas gritan mas que las locuaces
En voz alta
"Be seen and not heard"
But they are denied the pleasure
Of being known behind the cemented visage
Trees planted for those uprooted don't make
Sufficient penance for the bereft oxygen
Haplessly halved hornets' nests thrive
In their be-splitted state of lobotomy
The connective tissue contains the buzzing tales
For woe and glory promise wholeness
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