senses

you bought a ticket.
you left me.
I spent 15 days here.
so obvious.
I hurt again.
no blood
in my veins.
there is no turning back.
dried blood clots
and the four walls
of the lungs
are compressed by inhalation.
I'm looking at
you exhale input.
but the passion,
All that I want
to bring back
a stupid impasse of our senses..


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