Categoría: To beloved ones
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Cry
No. No? I shall today. Tomorrow a bit less. And by morrow’s night, I’ll be eating snacks. Yes. It will hurt a lot Aye, you can bet. I won’t forget. However, The next awaits. No one will as much You threatened. How to be so sure? Cause I’m me and me is worth, Of living on…
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Am I to blame?
Marty You forgot the shame. You chose guilt To have double time the fun You forgot respect Then what you got was paid-back And you still ask? Oh dear Marty, Live without consciousness. Having done nothing wrong. With the major sin of accepting none. Irrelevant it was? Ignore. Until you can’t.
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The whole cake
In whole For decompress Gobble up Starve before Think there’s nothing more And afterwards To a single comment Get mad and howl About your saintness Boring man I know you want more than one piece For cake is the thing you eat whole adding more without remorse But if the cake wants to fly free What’s your…
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One of those days
Today you weren’t you. Chicken, The one you love raw and from breast… You ate it cooked and from leg. On the spot. Without a plate. Meow are you? What’s the code word to recognize? Same face and voice I can conclude. Behaviour? Foreign I must tell. Whatever, You’re still that fluffy boo of mine.
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Relaxed blink
At peace without, Any scorching moth, Trampling insistent on me. So a rest knowing there is not; An unicorn admiring my unique being, Thinking how to thread my mind within. So delighted I’m unpromised, a vessel of my own. Without a master to fate me I’m throwing a tiny party of ice cream.
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Jacket
Round and deformed, Its red being a challenge of fit. First the back took up a while, Its big b making it un-straight. Then the front wouldn’t reach. Try two acute unmatching halves to make sense. No shoulders to hold, The seams to connect front with rear. Arms too short for sleeves to run along. Sewing by hand,…
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Por la ventana
Descolmillada mi nena.Con ronroneo de problemas.La que pierde al ratón,Y se asusta de sorpresa.La que me cuenta el día en puras quejas.Una tortura de pelos,Al cepillo con recelo y un concierto de penas.Pero en mis brazos se sueña.
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26 enero, 9:27
¿Luna llena?¿Vacía a medias?Esperaba que llegaras.Preocupada por la vida.Mientras otros respiraban… Todavía.Quería gritar » vuelve a casa».Y en tu nariz plantar un beso.Hundir la mía en tu panza;Mientras me mirabas feo.Era un deseo.¿Canción?No creo.Ninguna era una isla,Un corcho de esperanza en una noche helada.Mientras mataba el tiempo escribiendo.Lo que yo quería era algo eterno.Elástico y…
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Julia
Invisible on top of black.A pair of triangles fold.That’s the movement I catch.She listens to my pencil’s scratch.
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Narcisista
Alardea, enfatiza.¿Tanto así?Yo no diría.Su sonrisa, una bailarina en la pista.Lentejuelas que brillan.A la noche,Tu parloteo,Lejano y sin vida.