Nor the place. Nor the then

lunes, septiembre 27, 2021

 Nor the place. Nor the then. Possession of the process. Fragment of fragments. More than a thousand times I broke as a mirror. Being new at every instant. Always fleeting. Hearing of you won't tell me. Always towards where the wind pushes. Towards where time leads. That it doesn't pass and it hurts. That I don't want to see you. To see you in front of my mouth. My mouth with you to die for a while. That I already have the pain of not seeing you.

Senso, luego ex-isto como hipó/thesis.

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