Wednesday, September 26, 2012



How to handcuff each farce
That life prepares us and now allows
Surpassing beyond any limit
Making a rare joy, sparse.
Terror agony this one go accomplice
Mapping and beyond need
Living without even believe that,
Shaping how cannot disguise.
Only in the dungeons of hope
A coffin transforms how much there was.
And the dream drawn in agony,
The fight nonsense so tired,
And the wind wild and senseless,
My dream summarized in a vacuum ...


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