extends between sheets tired exhausted
My thoughts I wanted to put them in the closet
did not want to go I tried
in the drawer beside the bed was already
full of junk and I let them free in time
Loose Cannons
Pieces of glass shattered
uneven
Thoughts Thoughts Thoughts uncertain
rebels
They breathed the dark night and crossed paths
strangled
In the mist of these days March
clothes the grass in the gardens and new
are consumed slowly
like candles on the tombs paintings
lying in that place without waiting for the time suspended
without fire, without light, without torment
in a beautiful silence
My thoughts I wanted to put them in the closet
did not want to go I tried
in the drawer beside the bed was already
full of junk and I let them free in time
Loose Cannons
Pieces of glass shattered
uneven
Thoughts Thoughts Thoughts uncertain
rebels
They breathed the dark night and crossed paths
strangled
In the mist of these days March
clothes the grass in the gardens and new
are consumed slowly
like candles on the tombs paintings
lying in that place without waiting for the time suspended
without fire, without light, without torment
in a beautiful silence
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