CRITICAL
I live in this space underserved
Among my legs and my dream...
Demons and ghosts I doubt
Be in this world that I propose.
But as it wore dress loneliness
That had not been so ungrateful.
The evening overflowing in broad daylight
Enters and discourages who mistreats.
I could not be more so,
Fond of this world so rickety
Living without even knowing the end,
Of my entire world’s strongest crucial.
Losing those answers in this wind
Taking more in vain my feeling...
MARCOS LOURES
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