cars rushing heavily down the street,
indifferent noise obtruding itself,
fear creeping in
under small coffee stains.
salty taste
growing on skin,
foreseeing absence.
stretched on faces,
a different morning fog
and between two adverse gazes,
a projection of myself
running away as fast as possible.
estranged bodies
losing their heat,
killing time
inside a short dream
waiting to expulse them.
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