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How Do You Do?

Fatter, uglier,
older,
more unproductive, no comfort.
No kisses with saliva.
Hypochondria.
Sleeping bad (no good dreams).
Nothing so ridiculously teenage.
Nothing is getting better.
Bruises that won't heal anymore,
but not crying in public.
Getting used to pain
and keeping the pursuit
of what still is possible.
No big deal,
just getting close to death.
No escape.
Nervous,
fatter, uglier,
sicker and unproductive.
A wanker in a page on antibiotics.


(Júlio B.)
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