by Ima Ríos


Black as sin,

hot as hell

and bitter as love.


If my shadow were a cup of coffee

it would be the perfect cup.


My shadow lies

Plays with me ...

...CoNfUsE me...


It toss my thoughts.

I don't know who it is...

... I don't know who I am ...



I'm the kid who will never grow ....

but my shadow keeps reminding me that I've already done it.


Damn shadow!

I wish to cut our bond

and never, ever sew you again....


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