Barefoot in the dust,
Rushed by gum ankles,
I'm running,
Tattering this gauze body,
Releasing silky threads, knots
Baby whimpers,
Illusory sufferings,
Old colors of who I thought I was,
Rusty rotors,
Compasses with erroneous directions.
There is only one step left!
The black heart that still beats up in the throat,
Atrophied by black thoughts
Let me throw it!
And finally I am,
Naked and silent,
With myself.
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