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Thawed
in which I keep memories,
in which I keep residues of my life,
vestiges of my history,
evidence of where I come from
and where I am going to.
that you infected,
hoping to thaw it and return it to its place
without it continuing to beat your name.
a ray of sunlight was enough to melt it,
a halo of light was enough to wake it up,
a second was enough to revive it
and that it could resume its usual pace.
a foretaste of my death
a part of me that was ahead of me on the trip,
but now i see i won't die for your name
and that I am no longer a victim of your flesh.
And I can throw away the bottle
that you condemned me to
I can stop being a slave of time, and yet ...
It hurts me that it doesn't hurt to miss you.
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