BATTLES
The fight is drawn every moment
While I’ll try some rest
And I know that when actually advance
The time-becomes-delusional
Even when it may or hereafter
Seek in your arms my backwater,
And it another route I already flight
And drink every sip. Triumphant.
I do not want and perchance not been able
Trace this truth and atrocious beast
Waste of a life to no avail.
Seeing no other way out soul battle
Walking on the razor's edge
The as yet come quietly accepted ...
MARCOS LOURES
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