PAIN AND FEAR.
Could no longer even when
Luck translates into pain and fear
And when I find myself absent or distant
The other time both shaping up.
The course meaningless sinking
While other way now impart
And I see this lonely exile
In another step deforming charm.
Generate as this not only
And when I find me lose
In the most audacious plots or as rude.
Even when you turn the route now
I produce and how much cannot come
Knowing the truth sincere.
MARCOS LOURES
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