Mimi Mata Biography

If you decide to turn from my combustable heart
And the cinders of my words let loose,

remember I had to burn the burden of this noose;
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Watching leaves shiver
from every hollow gust

I turned my back:
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I speak of all wilted things as my being
To believe a rose dissipated in the cold
Will never grow the same in the spring,
To feel as the wave does split by all it touches?
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I wish for you to bed yourself upon my verses,
For, the passionate tyranny of each line set up it's net
And, in the distance between the parallels of each word,
You will then find me...
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The light would not,
Fight for the deepest root,

As the scent of my wooden soul,
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