Poema 32

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Time, time, time …

I tie myself to time, so tight,

That I almost stop breathing.

I’m drowning into my own empty glass o’ water,

That I hold shivering against my soundless heart.

I who, cold dead, was nothing but

A blurry name on water

You once drank in one shot,

To be me or you or whoever.

But you failed, I failed without remorse.

Now I’m still dreary to know time does not exist anymore,

Because you stole it and kept it in your own glass o’ water,

So tight close that I’m timeless now.

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