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Anxiety
an incomprehensible euphoria
that destroys the paper in my hands.

Portrait
a drifting heart
a collapse in the face of the morning
starry eyes passing through crowds
the trembling of a waiting dream
to trap a fleeting vision in the rain
to think that seconds are escaping
as I bury my voice in oblivion.
Remember that time is already done
that I’m a century old
but an eternity when I write.

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