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gray weather

slow time tour

As a cube of lead

anchored in the mud

To become unbearable

tables and cuts

With the spell that lies

plastic truths Write

Under blank notebooks

While harmonization in my head

summer to escape

As a reproductive

of unquestionable truths

That is as it should be

No questions anger farther

Curiosity only

For future dead cats

Repeat again and again

Facts your name

that shit is not a hymn

But singing and honoring

this poem is so ugly Because

born classrooms

Where were the twelve

Games as wind which

There

only I learned to say

Praise memory

to compete as hard

That almost kill my shadow

Drink

innate truth

The barking of underdevelopment

As the professor in class

acted laughing all

When he finished the lie

I ran to find my soul

I saw the bones almost

Under a bridge was

took me a couple of months

Throughout the conviction

Begging again and again

That my soul back to the body