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ode to cough Portrait II

I open my mouth and what comes out is not words are sound waves damp

bit sexy, little peccable
,
little enduring undesirable

do not sing and fall in love lovers

not summon or legends old and new;

desires that do not generate more than a plea not to touch
distance,
not arrive,
not convene
not redeem;
is deeply distressing
song that gets hurt in
night when the shadows fall and the silence begs
your space and then
resonates
chest, a burning
unpleasant born
seduces a tickling throat,
a shadow is evident in the hours;
is that before it
night and day are
of a bird the same slime it

key Sonea transgressing strong accents of languages \u200b\u200bthat read

evokes memories half forgotten voice on calendars, on beds or furniture
immense as loneliness,
about rooms or small roads to the drowning;
is now
you visit your presence makes me unorthodox,
is terrible desires out of my flesh, uninhabited
that the warmth of my chest
plot you sweat and curses, there are
have you not wanting to win that appeals to
fibers
my bones to the point of almost not wanting to name you. Oh
heretic
cough rattling you seize every shred of my humanity,
not stand or save yourself the edge of my lips,
not leave me in silence to pronounce your name calling,
away this cup from me not unseemly
let them sleep or sleeplessness my delusions! Oh
cough cough my battered,
speaking clearly,
not fuck with me anymore!