By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 17 Mar 2021
The air opens
float
so many names
and none is mine.
I would like not to be
not even
brevity,
pause.
Close on me
implode,
return to the dust of blood,
inside of God.
Dream
that someday
I stop asking for forgiveness
and i find love
that emptied
towards a world
without memory.
What am I paying for?
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