Because hurt what you don't know
I don't understand you
Don't follow me
Fourteently burn
No doubt alarm
They melt my footsteps
The apathetic cold
Without shame
Don't forget to forget you
The other cheek
purple already
The neck does not reach
to lift my head
Wound of yesteryear
Hours solo danger
dodging the puddles
of bad ideas
The espadrilles splashed
With dirty water
Mom is going angry!
and now?
Laugh out loud
of the Grumpy
They do not live for life
They die from death
Don't infect me
That anguish
to have surrendered
to the pact.
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Author:
Damaso (
Online) - Published: July 1st, 2025 09:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Discharge from my deepest self, he did not die, he only hides so much free poison.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Free floating thoughts in cascading form fall from the mind to the page in lines of poetry. Well done
Hey how are you? Thanks for reading. I'm glad it was to your liking. I like your idea of ​​waterfalls, I see them as horrible but necessary vomites haha. Greetings
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