EVERY MISTAKE
No longer would fit better luck
If so how did I could not see
The rot is reflected in both
A soul that does not really behave
Even the hope that both cut
And just as the mold that review
Be causing the drop in another
Only currently not supported
Repair and every mistake I see short
Indeed both of which always comes
Striking ironies thou bring me,
Dreams are just nightmares
And finally when searching contain them
Life is announced in tough phases.
MARCOS LOURES
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