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16/06/2022 8:47 am
As in the convents
I look inside of me
there is only silence
as in the convents
I walk corridors
corridors corridors
where the memories
walk in line
I go counting doors
one two and open three
a naked woman prays
before a cradle
dark tears
paint her cheeks
white wings
hang from a chair
while her crying
becomes sea
under his knees
She looks at me
and I look at her
she has my face
and I hers
I look inside of me
mirror shards
they rain from the roof
everything is done
and I start again
to remake the glass
of my reflection
for when I look in my inside
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