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Pestilisban
people's eyes should hurt less when winter rages on,
or when the afternoon shadow show dies with the boldness of the moon.
I no longer have that wisdom of ignorance,
nor does the renewed insurance policy protect me again,
the paternal insistence of those who cared about me
or some distant gaze that pretended to approve of my mistakes.
the enormity of the life and death event surpasses any symbology,
because the chocolate bars that you eat hidden from sadness
or even the files you fill with the fools you made,
are nothing compared to the hard work of maintaining indifference
while the acid of the seconds turns our bones to wreckage.
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Marco Chies
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