Critic
I live in this space badly served
Between my legs and my dream...
I doubt who devils and ghosts
Be in this world that I suggest.
But as it wore wear loneliness
The one which was not so ungrateful.
The night overflowing in full daylight
Invade and discourages those who mistreat.
I could not be more so,
Mistress of this world so rickety
Living without even knowing the end,
Of my entire world’s strongest critic.
Blur these answers in this wind,
Taking as well as some understanding, the feeling...
Marcos Loures
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