an odd look and others,
imperfect and vicious circle that does not get close,
this craving to be unsuccessful. Buy
verses weight and balance,
stale metaphors,
rebellion against morality and decency
the soul to the devil. Buy
bleeds green smoke
the failure of a literary project,
my successes, my dreams and my hands cracked
lick their wounds. Buy
prison whips me,
the corners who have seen me collapse,
and shed tears I could not run away
the day of my life.
I miss your encouragement and your advice, I have plenty
doubts and illusions,
the ashes of your bones and your kisses,
a reason for suicide.
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