last night
the walls fell down
(like flags)
they folded
and
i heard the rush, the whoosh
of air
(it sounded like a musket)
in my eardrums / on my bed
i
read all the little stripes (and lies)
and
the white parts in between.
she won.
the country, the stars,
the fireworks (of) one year ago
(she) broke tradition
and (she) fell in love and (she) chose
independence
which is exactly / what i will do.
last night
(the walls fell down, and) i will leave them.
some
things were meant to be this way:
completely empty,
like the barrel of a gun.
this is
(why i run)...
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