When my life took on the flavor,
of unspoken words, of buried thoughts,
and in the stream of isolation,
devoured by wolves.
It is not I who any longer speaks to an empty night sky,
who it was has ceased to be, as shaken into nonexistence,
and drowned out of being.
There is no more of what I was,
just a shattered record and empty words.
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Please Don't Touch
PoesíaPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
