Normal
counting the days / is
skin is peeling and it rains and accumulate beneath the drops of blood
that uncomfortable word that migrates with the wind like a corpse
ethereal. mild.
unbearable mirrors
tell lies and I wrinkle the air behind the eyes
hands / my hands
morning
more foreign than the skeleton crushed a name that does not say on the edge of things
for fear of falling / a
falling 
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