Carbon Monoxide From Oven

'll wait and each day I put out little by little

and I forgot your face.
ask me if my despair
is equal to your absence
not, is something more:
is an act of death staring
you do not know to give.

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(...) I am a confused mongrel

sold at a nominal price

but I do not know how many destinies

yet the love of your folklore festivals

yet that love your finger in prayer

opening times (...) light

Alda Merini