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Cervical Uncarthroses

 
I feel my body trampled,
like after a beating...
crawling on the ceiling!

The concrete sound of an insect
takes up the ear's time.

Blurred vision, and silly version,
of all components of a drug.
Unwanted cramps.

Tight muscle!
Tendons, tensions, tendons.

The cold air makes my neck hurt.
It's really, really, really cruel.


PAR
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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