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  • I am a man reluctant to call himself the man

    Please me. Win me. This time I’m handing over my bones, please me, split them in half, then crush them. Taste my loss, although I may not deserve it, but today is such a day, and I live from the night. I don’t know about disciplines, I don’t appreciate them. I don’t obey the backbone…

  • Dreams never die

    I never realized that darkness conveyed chaos until I opened my eyes before it. I found myself surrounded by freshly painted walls in white, on the left and right, plastic green chair, silk curtains, and all the doors were identical. What pierced my ears were the high-frequency voices of people and machines running out of…

  • You look beautifully lost

    You look beautifully lost, with headphones in your ears and hands in your pockets, so nothing disturbs you. Restless hair, eyes closed as you look at the world, the one in you, the one forbidden to the one outside. Without a smartphone that certainly won’t make you smarter, the mute off on the phone, you…

  • Split up before and after our impulses

    In desperation, we lie, we deceive sensibilities, we’re losing fairly, bluffing only with the existence in the darkness that surrounds us, as if it swallows us with the eyes with a scalpel which hangs on the lower eyelids. The space between us could be one room, one continent, which yawns, split up before and after…

  • I will become a drop in your eye

    I will become a drop in your eye, which will slip from time to time down your face, but it won’t fall. You will wipe me, you’ll get me off, with the conviction that it’s over. But it’s just beginning… I’ll be a reflection of your look in the mirror when you’re looking for me.…

  • Skeletons scattered all over the carpet

    You ask me what to do with all that love; Drink it, swallow it, then vomit, just don’t get the carpet dirty, on which lie my favorite skeletons. And what to do with all these wishes? Just cough them up so you can drink them again. How can you ask me? All I’ve learned is…

  • She had dimples on her cheeks

    She had dimples on her cheeks and Converse sneakers older than herself. She wore badges on a denim jacket and colorful socks. She listened to Cigarettes After Sex and read the book Shadow of the Wind in city transportation. In love with literature, and the literature with her, too. Every other day she read a…