I am a dying sister #30

Cuts turn into scars, I covered them  with new clothes

A Soft eye surrounded by wrinkles- must be hidden by colored powders

On my cold feet I stretched a mesh and assembled leggings

I well did fixed my steps  with my blue heels shoes

Every day I pick more flowers, cutting off the stalk’s petal

I put them in the office, in the kitchen, in the bedroom

In the blood of my heart, in the depth of my guts

Parallel universes and quantificational objects-

Says the angel who has accompanied me until now

Parallel universes and quantificational objects.

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