Sitting. With arms crossed and feet still. eyelids that embracing lean on each other's eyes. The light that passes through the red skin coloring of a small flame behind a corner.'s mouth closed in a word that has no flavor. It 's a river that carries with it the rocks, sand and plastic bags. I feel it slipping on me. Slowly. The breaking of the bones. Dragging like a comet that just wants to go out. Seeding a stardust in a tear. And on the palms lines intertwine and mingle. It 's just a drop. But there's all my blood. I've never been able to delete anything. Cancel myself. Take care of you.
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