You know in perfection,
the movements,
the actions,
of things in existence;
...
Sleep has no use to me,
let dearth flow in the water,
suffuse the air with smog,
but do not take away your smile.
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I love you like tissue,
removing dirt, absorbing
the wetness dripping
and excreting burying them within me.
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Through punches of keys,
we have read each other.
Eyes,
touching through whispers,
...
Inside those marbles, I have read
messages forgotten by your tongue.
Your telescope that revealed the world:
the hazy colors splashed in the horizon.
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I’d exchange with a blind’s eye: capturing
the picture of an eternal night,
eyes, oblivious to the mirage of loneliness.
Their senses depend
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Three hundred sixty-five days,
a sum of eternal words and promises consummated.
Twenty-four hours
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Your canvas
judges only the comings of a blizzard,
unmindful to the iridescence of the bandana
crowning the sky.
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