God, you are vaporous inside my mindagain. You are there in the corner, there in the dust, your voicean echo, your language an infinite equation. I’ve a chemicalburn on my nape. The shape of a cross.Where you hide, tired of speaking, tired of my inabilityto understand. God, I watch you turn water into blood as I bathe. Or I have so much sodium in my bloodmy...
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