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Light trembles at the end of the day,

in that fall

of what seemed coherent.

I want, this time,

that tiredness that bends me little by little

and that all the fictions I spoke during the vigil

slip away.

I want to know,

suddenly,

the house of everything I love.

 © 2022 by Emiliano Zúñiga

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