I doubt[...]

I doubt[...]

[...] and between the bittersweet hybrid of the hours
I doubted
if it's when you steal me the most
that I understand the meaning
that nuance that brings the truth
sewn in the shadow of secrecy,
that flattery word,
that plans to the edge
a stalking in claw
to tear the temples
and oppresses and burns
as a forgetfulness
and it's a knife
it gets cold
on all the urgency
and on anatomy dissection
of my delirium

Among the bittersweet hybrid of the hours
“I hesitated”, I say
because when you steal me
it's when I most yearn[...]

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