Juan Pablo Socrates
Jealousy - Poem by Juan Pablo Socrates
palm to palm your feet race...
making every step
a lotus in blossom,
a season in a spring,
a criminal out of jail,
all engraved on a speck of
my veins cripple intently,
my neurons tremble to death,
my ghost rages with fire...
and would somehow look forward
to the edge of this intervention...
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