in the morning
early to your loneliness
you turn on the radio
and it speaks about everything
from the latest news
to the rumors and in between
the ads to remind your senses
about some distinctions
between wants and needs
between luxuries and necessities
between utilities and wastes
and you listen
and numb your senses
on such hypnosis
you forget him
you junk love like an unnecessary
information
like a radio i speak to you
and you do not respond
but you are there
all the way
from five to ten.
you tell yourself
i do not need more trouble
in my wasted life.
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