Eu
Meu estômago faminto
murmurando contra mim,
murmúrios de tristeza
murmúrios de dor,
gritando murmúrios
de sofrimento,
bocejando
a tristeza
de viver.
Meu corpo
descartável
morto de frio
tremendo
de medo
da morgue
da
vida.
Copyright © Folito Gaspar | Year Posted 2013
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