In the hands of God
in the pink pulse of a
Whatsapp msg
of a tiring heart
either I am not a good
judge of character
or you were a great
actor
or some shit happened
that I don't know how to track it
then an ending like all
endings
unhappy and strange
the future divided
and we speak different
languages now, uncommunicated
and wrapped in stone
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