The red in the background, the desktop clock ticking its relentless tick-tock ... step, voices, threats, emergencies that require more presence ... the smell of coffee, two seats, no access, no revenge, no reforms, no forms, time slips through the hallway between the different rooms, without conviction, or boycott, confident nothing. The situation is the same, nothing changes. Smoke, ancestry, sofas uninhabited ... the room that is not red, nor trembling is empty ... an envelope, a comfort, acknowledgments, the requirements, the matter may be resolved without further damage, the proposal turns on the air, drifting around the room to complete the details of a weary heart, trapped in his tiny chest, trying to escape after the proposal , tasking the mind from the doubts and the last sip of coffee momentarily escapes its cage social tight.
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