your knot I'm the body to move in your hair ...
Today more than ever I feel, I feel your absence
down the escalator to the subway that engulfs spasmodic
mind people in Fontana ...
I spend a fortune on my miserable time; existence today hanging
a thread,
in baste pieces bearing your name on it, or your smell
or something that looks like, whatever ...
Modulo a silence that drowns in the noise of the street ....
waiting ...
always waiting ...
in silence ...
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