it´s so clear
that i need a rest
even though to stir
would be the best.
oh only a possible rest,
a moment not to think,
so even a little remembrance
would make me shrink.
how could i distend
alongside a fresh bed
and wash all this stuff
that shits my head,
so that i could start something
again from a immaculate blank?
A bed with a mattress like a placid lagoon
i could plunge and slumber where Hope sank.
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