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maybe the years are to blame
the age when withered women keep telling her she is still young she has a kitchen and a pantry stuffed with spices a wardrobe with lavender and soap between bed sheets even a manicure case for rainy days in her house the flowers she received as a gift lose their perfume in about an hour when loneliness nibbles with sharp teeth pain strikes her head at once like a rake upon which she stepped by mistake but she can’t cry out she stays upright with her front touching the wall counting how many times she got drunk from bubble dreams like champagne kept cold under a powerful cork how many nightmares passed by like quicksilver in the nights with hidden stars enclosed afterwards in thermometers kept in her bosom when she was feverish she’s counting how many times the present barks or bites like an old pug with its tongue out she travels her fingers upon past prints covered with a pink watercolor film she thinks about the future as if it were a collection of tasteless candies pulling out teeth she's the lady with a soft colored umbrella in summer and a raven black one at funerals
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