Libros – 3

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30 Oct
The Cow
stories // 0

I saw the doors closing behind me: military green, school green, hospital green doors. My two friends stayed behind, smiling and wishing me good luck. If you had told me I’d never see the girl again, I wouldn’t have believed you.

03 Sep
You looked good
poetry // 0

You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.

01 Oct
I was a task, written and read by me
arte // 3

This poem is halfway between David Allen and Charles Bukowski.

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