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más reales
que yo


eyes of The puppy
glaring at me
undeservedly-
through a window
which I call
quasi-progress



on the other side of my thoughts
the runaway kite
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the cord
which is
the link that divided us
and would never take us back together

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and at the very bottop,
forgotten,
those I'll mourn the most
may God forgive me