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Under a broken lamp,
A voice fills the air with aghast words
As the air touches his tender skin.
His pen moves, masking, phrases
Buried beneath broken bones.
With white whispers; tormented tones.
Surrounded by seductive thoughts,
A mind dreams dark desires.
Waiting.
Whispering.
Writing.
White words whisper.
Dark dreams daze.
Inside his human heart,
Two men murder one another.
With his skin undamaged,
His hurting hands hope for silence.
Only paper.
Only ink.
His shattered shadow shivers
Over painful phrases.
Written with white.
- Alejandro Bonfil
