escapes me
life through your fingers ,
very slowly,
as if he wanted me
notice every time
their escape ...
I leave the desire,
illusion,
a traumatic divorce
without agreement,
without agreement,
just leave
And my smile fades
And my sight is lost
And my heartbeat is off
And my blood is colorless
absences and gaps
back I'm lucky
and
my reflection in the mirror elopes with other bodies,
until my fingertips touch
withdrawal
to banish the caresses
life escapes me
how the fish sliding
of palms, as
slowly
wounding
the pupils of my pain
I leave
forces and my heart surrenders,
hopelessly
inconsolably,
simply to
And my dreams are dissipated
And my story stops
forget And memories
on my skin and wound
senses and defeats
From "With life in tow. New piggyback
Francisco J. Picon
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