Abyss of memory
How the passion did lies and lies
unburied about these dreams.
Browse through daunting dawns
in search of redemption
this was just revolving every stage,
these deceptions in smiles disguise,
drunken step into the when
it was still thought of a future.
The world determines the end of the game
and the pieces do not fit.
I am following just.
Would dare at a more daring,
but dire mistakes are common,
and nothing remains,
only the immense precipice of memory.
Marcos Loures
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