I wonder what heaven would look like on the day of my suicide after so many earthly pleasures in which I bathed my flesh in foreign fleshes almost believing in love if from your heart all I know is the music of bullets and the strange way of being with yourself because I was so blind that I was guided by the disorder of the world how i would like to redeem today the hidden digits i stayed in your room with windows from which I looked at the sea it hurts me that I can no longer write to you like before with blood on the sheets until the atoms disintegrate distilling colors and aromas today a tear reminds me of the collapse under the tanks
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