I am sedated
With unspoken words
Drunk and staggering
After gulping a million bottles
Of imaginations
In the darkness I feel for a paper
To throw up these yulky imaginations
In great dizziness
I inject myself with dreams
And get jealous
Of metaphors marrying ironies
In my head.
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I Wish I Could Crush The World
PoesíaIt's a peom concerning hw I feel about the world
