Walking

Walking,

quickly as I can,

to reach a place,

or to reach a moment.

I want to walk straight,

without showing that I am drunk,

wine in my belly,

and the pain of your absence in my heart.

If only, you can hold me,

hug me tight so my bones would crush,

in the filled silence as people walk silently,

while this sick planet spins.

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