Any light
I perceive any light that can still
Revisiting this concept: death and fear,
Well before the destination does not forget me.
The lot is always showing averse
At some whom still smile even sweetens
By denying that it would be mere farce.
But I cannot see that voice complies.
A throng of dark dreams
And I know how to show the most hideous
Marking and fury burning my skin;
The cut goes deeper at every moment
And the thought that had once stunning
Only when that anticipates repellent.
Loures
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