fight back, endured the chaos from the word, the worst, most hateful, the negligible. You were the flickering light loss in the darkness of a road. You're not, you're just the name that makes up a title, a reference, forget an appointment that morning, nothing at infinity.
I wanted to spend on flowers, arrange them next to you, but always hated. Beware the book refuge with you, but it is my heritage. Weep, scream your name, false fullness, tell everyone how horrible your night, I hated your nightmares under the mattress, your going asthmatic pulse, the cry from the city suicidal meltdown, but your memories are crumbs that ants claimed for years.
Nosoytú. Decided to imitate: leave at the mercy of the abyss of the past, let you down and see you from the edge, my last goodbye.
Naomi
PS always wanted to be a caricature and erase yourself, Chuvaca fulfilled your desire, and there you are from a deformed vision acabándote forever.
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