there are no more poems that make them
smile, no more words that
flow from my mind to exert
some sort of sweetness that show people
how happy i am
because i am not happy
as simple as that.
i am now at that stance where i
result to
drawing squares on my deodorant bottle
and making beautiful faces on brochures
ugly
with permanent markers
because the thoughts crowd in
in.in.in
until i have to find a way
out.
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