In the
distance of these four walls
Break the
meaning of the word,
hurt me.
Hurt me until
I escape consciousness.
In front of
the mirror a diffuse image
that is
sometimes hiding disappointment
of the finger
that points you, accuses you.
The wound
beats strongly under my skin.
Its depth
approaches infinity.
It is hard to
rely on memory
Go back there,
where everything was perfect.
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