Fiend

In this white room I stand, with light in my eyes without a glance, with a rose in my right, and a knife in my left, there is so much we can ask, like why am I here and why do I stand? But all I want to ask you is which would you like right or left; and if it's the left, can I pick the part of my back.

by Javier Falcon

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