When the miss hit ...
And strangle my chest,
And camouflage my way ...
I will enslave this thirst for you!
And sources of flashes existential
His image denigrated then dissipate ...
I shall look into in your picture,
Fix in your eyes,
Repousarei memories in my heart,
Feeding it in hopes
Stopping all this pain!
Neutralizing the anguish caught in her throat,
That choking up my speech!
And desprenderei your shadow ...
Still stuck in my walks!
(By Rachel KeKa)
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