You are the portion of you in me, in the gap that are not enough to cover our bodies, If entangled they cohabit in a mass of hugs The infinite wrinkle formed in the sheet of our skin, the scattered curtain that floats rambling between moans of a wounded animal The alarm clock light that flickers winking at the enamoring death, a barefoot drop of sweat that falls on the floor, it lands on my feet and evaporates The same wood forged in candied alabasters with the smell of cinnamon
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