one more night
here i am
crossing the hours
without hands
making me smile.
i'm gone
i know i'm almost there
but
if is not your simulacre
i would not become
who i am.
all the poetry is dying
the verbs
they too
are falling
everything - but not the souls
everything over world
is dying
and this is it.
wish you could see this world
the same way
that i think me able
for see.
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