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Melancholy times
a good pair of golden verses with impunity
by the embers of my throat
these deep scratches
this gland that rummages
and this gum that barely manages to get rid of its flames
these bodies finally sad
will restart the long reelected voyages
these pieces of skin will go through the air
like comets escaped to their fate
the basins that saw the shadows are empty
only the memories of those words remain
you left greed and orphanhood in my plexus
bites breaks splits
there is a memory that is wrecked in us
it comes out like a pigeon from a nest
and it flies in my
around me on my nude warm
but it dissolves in the dust of heaven
you leave the sinuous shape of your roof
on my pillow
when it dawns in the middle of my useless sadness
like a detached nest and still warm feathers
everything starts and ends
the paper suffers everything and does not blush for nothing
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