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leticia zica
those images that still speak of me
of my body, of my presence in the spaces
the steps
time stops, doesn’t move anymore
calm. but not just calming,
time stopped and got heavy,
this weight that doesn’t leave me, the weight of space time, the weight of an indefinite future
a future broken into pieces,
torn,
empty
an empty space
cold
my body is lost in that time space where gray turned to ashes
my body gets lost in itself
it spins
in an escape
not knowing where to leave or where to return
the future has been
i n t e r r u p t e d
leticia zica
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