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￭ in return for your navy blue shirt
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2003-11-03 | |
A lightning poem stroke my brain
A poem just to grow my pain,
Then guarding angel, rose me up
To drank, again the chalenge cup,
âBeggar of happinessâ told your name,
Then put me on the hall of shame,
Sweet rhymes in the quotation marks,
Caught in the net my soul harks.
Sweet torture, be my chosen one,
My hopes of silence all are gone...
No dreams are left, ... my empty soul
Cries, held as fishes in the bowl.
"Est libra tu", the one that gets
My mind, my freedom on her plates?
Are you a shadow, or a ghost,
A lovely godess born to tost?
I beg you now, here and then
Become a human if you can...
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