At some point stopped being
the ellipsis to
was doomed to become a semicolon in my life.
The time has past for me, but you've dodged
six years have been heaven and hell,
the rings of a tree eaten by the pest,
nights praying for God to take charge of sins
passing between my ears like a scythe segándome
soul.
The part of me that you prefer is the part of me
I hate with all my strength, which he tried to drown the memories
looking the other hand, I wanted
eyes removed prior to mourn
and thought a poem was a way to extend
the reflection of something that vanishes completely. Green
now is like being in front of a distorting mirror, and while I pull
clothing
imagine a future with you other than a future without you. ________________________________________________
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