I was accused yesterday made you up.
But today, numbered steps,
uncontrollable light of the distance to the bitter
fingers caress
accuse you.
to condemn you my judge ink
my pieces, my leaves
disorderly
my ellipsis ...
And in a prison without lines, lock you down, forgotten and broken
inclement guardians of my indifference.
(now I leave you another kind of sentence)
"You are my serenity, which the sinner's conscience. In other words, a nuisance"
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