Prisoners
The verse that could forward
How much I still have or I could
Living without further delay the attitude,
A time without as diverse future.
The trace allowing pursuit
The whole step when he takes on hard,
Marking has always been the youth,
Daring to realize what you feel.
I do not want another way, nor,
Life can be summed up in this little
Approaches the cut without defenses,
The hours go by and do nothing,
Only I recall my fatigue
And the eyes of prey dictate rages ...
Marcos Loures
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