Monday, September 17, 2012



Sipping every drop of this gall
Where my life is done,
And as much as can more acidic,
Denying any light, killing the sky.
And I see this scenario crueler,
The door had thought destroyed,
The risk of dreaming, no longer doubt
Diving in this huge carousel
Offish in the past, today venial,
How should prove unequal
Way translated into pain and death,
I could not conceive of any encouragement,
And so when delivered to suffering,
Only the rot now comforts me.


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