The clandestine
on the clock on your skin did not fit
the script. Juliet Dress
improvised life
just type in the dictatorship of the present. Shakespeare
laugh in the trunk of genius
bless our caresses.
want to be your Romeo
pretended not to give impossible loves, or lose
shake your hand from the balcony
saying goodbye.
Everybody knows the end of the tragedies, but help me change
without nights groping in my heart. Shakespeare
will laugh cynically because only he knows
the end of my loves.
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