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Ibagué, Tolima

Docente Especialista

Please someone catch me, I’m dancing with the midnight stars. I can taste the sparks on my tongue The blackness palpable As I sink my teeth Into its inky film. Oh please someone catch me, My legs are growing thin, I’m sinking into the cracks in the floor boards And folding like an accordion. I’m paper thin, running dry My body crumbling beneath The weight of the jet black sky, there’s Crimson running down the Valleys of my scars, and I’m falling quickly Into the midnight stars.