jueves, 18 de febrero de 2016

tragedy opium


smells like loss again
and what do we do now?
with this colorful popular fair?
with this huge world of illusions squashing us?
let's travel to run away from things
it's the easiest way out
the stupidest
let's go jogging every evening
until a bad breathing causes muscles ache
and the real pain is deviated
let's get a puppy
to fill the blank gaps
to get some unconditional tenderness and delivery
from somebody

no matter how hard I try to believe
men like you make women tougher and tougher
like me


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