Tonight is the right time started rushing in a better world away in a hundred pieces on this planet there is a space just for us and now everything is fine when you destroy all bad days on the lake where the skeletons are dancing for us, no suffering, paralyzed by panic alert to any touch dangerous streets, where passengers may no longer feel a doubt, we burned all the trouble while the persecution of salvation so strongly
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Paullyna (
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Your last line seems to hang, breathlessly awaiting its conclusion, since it says "...while the persecution of salvation so strongly" It is a fascinating piece, full of intriguing metaphors. La, wish I understood it. But some folks claim the best poetry is incomprehensible or somesuch. Anyway, great job with the metaphors.
hehe, thanks, i like playing with metaphors 😉
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