Swallow Man Aviary

She tells me of
A sadness made of leaves
Of leaves returning to their limbs
Of faces turned upside-down
Of dark cavities
A little smaller than abandon

She tells me of
The incest between my hands
Fondly caressing each other
Of a clock and its hands
Having the same height
The same leanness
Going at the same pace

Children hurting bees
With sewing needles
Children hurting bees
With sewing needles

Children hurting bees
With sewing needles
Children hurting bees
With sewing needles
Children hurting bees
With sewing needles
Children hurting bees
With sewing needles



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Bufalo, Roberta Musillami
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