My mind becomes entangled in a whirlwind while
feel bruised my forehead with your words.
Today, like yesterday, I am a junkie for your pupils. I
junkie in your skin,
of your voice, your whole being ... I
mercenary fighting
and you must give life
,
But what if I'm dead?
am a rag doll, sad and frayed
who knows the game ...
Saliva down my throat tastes like blood,
the taste of defeat, which expired
,
has to leave,
must recognize and assume
the surf of the sea,
is now more dangerous than ever ...
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