When I saw her
She was in a cobweb, wounded, deformed -
Witness of hunger
beasts that sucked
White stains on petals
As if she was
under the breadcrumbs
And although she was my mirth
Today I turned my head away
Today I haven't enter the garden
As I did before
When I was falling in the grass
Angry at my own grass
Black grass
That dreamed in a chest becaming a sphere
Black grass
For I could not
Hear the beats of my heart
And that I was there no more
On the smell map
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