Your lips have long known me,
that your transparent eyes
are two infinite wells,
that my arms do not shelter you
and yours give me cold,
that your voice and my words,
like clumsy adjectives,
they add nothing to the silence
of your body next to mine.
What happened, What happened to us,
it's been night for a long time
all day...
night all day.
I feel like I don't feel you anymore
like the air that I breathe,
that the thirst that you quenched me
is resigned to instinct,
that your obscene complacency
is a repeated gesture,
that meaning of the things
that you took out of their place
recovers its senseless harmony
of emptiness.

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