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The thirst

The thirst Everything has remained fragile tonight Dream suffer steady but don´t drivel Pain on the wall ranges around the axle Shadows of chairs inquisicion of sun and the sky I touch with hand the wound and laugh Life burns when memory parching The truth planted and a dried fruit groans The thirst not to be told ever nor tomorrow The pain as adorned bride falls like a snow Cold corpse embalmed as autumn There is nothing when first love reawaken In death teareth the goodness of waning summer Again terribly darkness falls at homeland Wounded I feel crutches like the spring into the rain Nobody feels me when I pray in the longing I teareth alive when I am jealous into a death today

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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