talking to you is god

there are three white birds

perched staring at us

i hope that they will peck into my chest, remove my heart

marinate it, dry out it and turn it into jerky

then i would like it fed to ancient cannibals in an unholy ritual

i thought all humans had some kindness somewhere within

until i met you and learned how to be human

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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