Inhabitants of the occult
jueves, diciembre 22, 2022We knew about night. Inhabitants of the occult. In evil thinking, unique. Different returnees. And shady. Of immobile hands. Those who, going hollow, open up. Towards the mirages of our gaze. Because, you and me, Wanting the evaded silences as calm. We look at each other instead. With an open heart “A” look forward. Where what is lost bustles.
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