Number 4

I moved my limbs,
my thoughts,
my routine.

I’ve seen you laughing while crying,
exhaling while falling silent,
jumping while standing still.

And when my breath was running out
I put myself on the cross,
preaching my last keys.

And I had the universe when
its shape came into life
on my lips.

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