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To my beloved grandma,

how we used to stay in the living room,

making puzzles and puzzles,

for three years I wondered where was that last jigsaw

I don't wonder anymore as you may have already

ate it and i know

(as the man in the green mask told me)

you would made it a rhombus, placed

on your head and

that rhombus in your head

drags you in-i

n side an upside-down home,

a home built with non-emotional cries.

It fits nowhere there,

it wants to not to be,

so turn it back before it merges in the deep black
and get away from me, please.