Closed eyelids
apesumbrados
want.
lips expectantly
want to open.
blood circulates
north-west. Nothing shines
nor stars nor my eyes
- opaque
- by pain.
Dame.
Or rather,
devolveme
what you took. Dame
paper where you wrote that day
the sign to enter password
in my world.
[without permission]
I want.
never occurred to me
would turn it around.
may be the way back
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