if you know me
like a diary
you will hear my voice
and recognize
it
it is the usual voice
of the dead
who had finished life
in the most
dramatic show
of extreme loneliness
the one that
kills and eats
the flesh of the people
alive
if you really love me
you can guess my
name with the first
word of this poem
do not fool yourself
i do not have a name
i do not have a place
if you care for me
you will not believe words
words are not souls
even if uttered words are
still winds
do not waste your time
in me
i do not live here with you.
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