COLD
As you exhale one last time
I see the dissonance of a lifetime
There is so much more done if lost
Generated in the unfortunate dismay
Hope I do not want more wind,
Not even perpetrate any output
If all that thought brings farewell
And indeed nothing can stand.
Not perish every which thou hast given me,
And how am fearful and even harsh
Mirrors of my soul in fetid water
Just this wrinkled face that
Translates and just shows nothing
Figure apathetic always lies cold...
MARCOS LOURES
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