I, impure, dirty
low and I, shivering from filth
I, pariah in his utopia
me, mediocre and flawed
hurt like slapping words resonate
imposing on the bones was the palm of your mouth
was the language of your hand
His voice was all my weak rubbing thick
eardrum left hand clinging to his words
Quiet, half smile, eyes elusive
want to close my ears!
My eyes will not see more! Strong words
hypertrophied muscles
walk out in jest
Knocking at the door of my ear
I salute, I salute
beautiful, tender look
greet me, stab me
A word on my skin soaked
In my hair, my nails
Useless
falling water to erase the stain so dark
Did you write my final?, "wrote my start?
banal banal end its proposal
It's too late for me.
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