when the light comes on suddenly
into the crevices the cockroaches go
leaving the feasting on the crumbs
the love for darkness is exhibited
suddenly night turns into day
many hide the nudity with leaves
those were the first clothes in the garden
trying in vain to flee from ourselves
now they seek to dim the light
am too tired of this monotonous script
stripping away the cloak of falsehoods
the light now shines in the crevices
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