Discovery
Discovery
this house
has windows
to look in
from
without. . .
the only
freedom here
is my
confinement
outside,
night
passes by with high heels…
one is left
hanging to oneself
eyelids
never collapse
I move
forward groping
I bump
into the furniture
that time forgot,
the door of
the room
we will
enter without keys
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