Alone, left by the spirit traveled
towards the place of nothingness
Bored, he wanted to watch
There was no exchange around.

Talking to oneself, communicating.
There may be a new limp.
But decomposable and without juice.
Dry, stubble and perforated holes.

Caress in case someone feels
Listen in case someone overhears you
Gape in case someone tastes it
That little joy of all the elusive

Aroused in numb surroundings
Listened to the accompaniment and lyre Of silence
Taste a light dish
Indulged in a lifeless state

© lonesome_artist

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