And this heart macerated in sulfuric acid to treat its wounds, every night it sees how the words dance to it alone on this crumpled paper, after so many years to slide its tears. Its flickering beats clamour letters for to the sky to ask someone to implant it out of these ribs that scratch it with every little poetic punch.

It snuggles me among some ice cubes, to feel in its thorax a little heat, but it burns among so much cold feeling, and its ashes in my entrails are its tired end.

Rest in the peace among the pieces of my soul, forgotten of any rest of sanity it bleeds to death among its last help words to avoid ending in the scrapping of an old drawer.


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