Nostalgia Horses

Poem By Ivana Amy Gomez

Reaccuring nightmare
I have not the strength to wake up today
Lefts and rights end up forming into a circle
And I hold my sphere of horrors near my spine
Nostalgia horses, pinch me
I can be found
Drowning in false narcolepsy
with dismay in the silhouette of the number
eight

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