2012/01/18

3516 The hole

It was exactly
At the bottom
Of my chest
As if were
A hole
Left by
The prophylactic
Blasting
Of a
Supernova
Compressed
To the center.

You were gone
Leaving me
In this earth
Without relatives,
In that exact
Moment
That then, time later
For more than
A thousand suns,
I must call
The great trouble.
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