THIS
feeling of DEsiGn
i
have in me eats
my heart and spits its
chambers like SO MANY
mansions
in the father’s house
i have seen
in a fancy magazine,
all
light and a few
stacked rugs, text
-iles, tact
-ile, re
-mote;                                                  the wave
i remain in, communicating
in extremes, in gestures
breaking silences like

                                                            TRADITion...

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