In having decided to live
I have found myself blue at the fingertips
With my soul leaving at the sockets of the eyes
A lost soul like mine cannot be resurrected
For I am no one's son
I have folded in on myself
under all this pressure
I stopped wanting
And by yesterday I had already expired
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Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoesíaDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
