Every time
That I talk to myself
About you
I live a hotbed
In my veins.
I feel infinity of ants
Traveling my condemnation,
Avalanches of ghosts
Pressing my chains.
I’m not yet ready
To forget
And it is why I appreciate
Each space of the warp
That was common to both of us.
I’d like to expel
This damned demon
Of solitude
With your immaculate presence,
But their energy wraps me,
Catastrophically
It burns me inside.
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