My Elegant Pain a Piece of Art
I carry my elegant pain,
lost in the middle
from the south of
American continent...
On the night of my destination,
this pain was once my dream...
I left on a southbound train
and I became beatnik,
then I was a hippie,
believed in flower power...
I don't inhale or smoke...
My drug actually is poetry...
My chic pain is this,
of time traveler, I carry it
as a youth treasure,
of a million dollars,
not in exchange, not selling,
this pain,
is my piece of art... !
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