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Published: April 7, 2022
I do not know
who will read my poems,
after I leave?
A man sitting near
a broken fireplace
will the letters ignite between his hands?
Or a woman whose desires flow
on the wall of her heart
Or a female with two breasts that twitch
whenever she hears the bells of desire?
There is a naughty teenager,
feeling his sword.!
Then he decides to dust off
the key to my heart
and finds corpses of lovers
who left smiling
I look around nervously to the right and left
and find the god of poetry sitting
on the throne of presence
filling his cigarette
with the tobacco of stories and poems
sipping the letters
with plenty of ice.
Tuesday, 01 July 2025
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