the past in an ashtray
now gone, emptied
also knew the tears of disgust
palpitations remained above that
seat of that car that I have already changed
and I'm so good at this place.
meet
is a smile with a firm hand to fill glasses
escape. not to hurt. live.
soul bleached by the sun of spring.
was my last love. and I already knew.
the rest I have always smoked too much.
the rest have always been myself.
death for women is not permissible.
die for a war is just stupid.
so I just stayed under the sun. that day.
no drama.
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