subdivided into pities and regrets,
radiating dark pain of disappointment,
on the face semi plastic caustic opaque
already smeared blood and venom.
but isn't everything the same?
I mean, our usual acid,
like the gray word clothed with edges,
or eyes that have given up the light,
our heavy presence in this fragile environment...
we already know very well
that the elliptical orbit of amazement...
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