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I'm the only one who's upside down choosing words and then speaking a sudden childish sensation of melting away in the sweetness of milk into a bottle drunk dry I drop a single secret add sugar and alcohol and lemon and until the day comes when my "slightly autistic self" no longer needs it I've hidden it away on a shelf in the basement a diseased angel, with eye bandages sits on an airplane it flies lower and lower draws near the ground stops and is gone I draw a smooth curve it becomes a frame on the film I peer into the lens of the camera, standing motionless and waiting then, growing tired of looking, I close it and on the inside of my eyelids races a pulse Letras de canciones taken along, with a speed almost bizarre I lie down in a blurring spot of sunlight in my notebook I scribble down wishful words my sad self - a lying poet the untouchable light is reflected, breaks and scatters, forever it'll fall down on me the plastic beams of light become a mess on the ground and I'll go to the basement to retrieve my glass bottle From Letras Mania