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miércoles, 7 de agosto de 2019


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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