I lean on myself
because it's so easy to look inside
in the transparency of the pain that you
runs like a hoax
ice and plastic
water tight.
Losing chest, losing bone.
Like a fragile dummy fog.
Without consistency.
From tap to attack.
to break to play.
Because if hatred generates more hatred I can not create.
I sleep in my throat and I look slow breaths.
The martyr hello to those who did not have to wake up now.
With which foot to return to the earth?
clothes habit and drink your coffee bitter.
Then go downstairs and get on another day
driving safely in the desert.
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