it's like
lighting a candle
in daylight
inside your room you
let it stand and then
you tilt it towards
your wrist and you
pour what is melting
in your skin where
some configurations
begin to form
and it is where you
foretell who is harming
you and you deduce
and deduce some more,
saying, this is it,
this is it.
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