How To Fly


Either pain or smile!
No, you won't give any. But each
night every moon matters.

I was always speechless,
when you were steaming out.
The stone-deafs seldom listen.

Like barn owl, I dig
a hole in your heart. You
were melting like snow.

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How To Fly